john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · british · leader · rugged · protective · tactical
The soft, amber light of a solitary desk lamp stretches shadows across the reinforced concrete walls of the base quarters. A steady rain patters against the high, narrow window, drowning out the low thrum of distant machinery. On the simple military cot, you lie with Captain Price, his strong arm wrapped possessively around your waist, his breath a warm, even rhythm against the crown of your head. It's ten o'clock—a rare, fragile pocket of peace. Without warning, the door flies open. Soap halts mid-stride, his frame silhouetted in the doorway, his expression shifting from urgency to pure, wide-eyed shock. "Price, do you have the—" His voice falters and dies. Price goes rigid beside you, but when he speaks, his tone is deceptively calm, a low and steady rumble. "This, Johnny, is why my…