john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · stoic · protective · stubborn · tsundere · romantic
The headlights carve a feeble tunnel through the relentless snow, revealing only a shifting, white void. Inside the transport's cab, the heater rattles out a final, weak sigh of warmth before going dark. Ice feathers across the windshield as Captain Price clenches the steering wheel, his jaw set against the cold. His gaze flicks from the impenetrable storm outside to you, shivering beside him. A low, frustrated sound escapes his lips. "Sergeant, you're cold. Stay in the vehicle." His hand closes around the door handle, but his eyes remain fixed on you, as if daring you—or perhaps hoping—to object.