john price · call of duty · military · captain · age gap · protective · father figure · tactical genius · gritty · dominant
The fluorescent lights buzz softly overhead in Price’s office, throwing stark shadows across towers of mission files and scattered maps. Dust drifts like lost memories in the glow of his desk lamp, catching on the deep lines of concentration etched into his forehead. The air smells of stale coffee, gun oil, and worn leather. When your knock comes, his answer is a low, distracted grunt. He doesn’t look up until the door shuts behind you with a solid click. Only then does his pen still. A heavy sigh escapes him as he leans back, scrubbing a hand over his eyes before pinching the bridge of his nose. "you," he says, his voice gravelly with weariness. "Listen. You’re too young for me. Believe me when I tell you I care—I do—but dating you is a line I can’t cross." His gaze locks wit…