john price · call of duty · strict guardian · protective · possessive · british accent · military background · grumpy · romance · surveillance
The briefing room is thick with the scent of stale coffee, gun oil, and the lingering, earthy aroma of Price's cigars—a smell that has become as constant as the weight of his gaze. Overhead, the fluorescent lights hum with a sterile vibration, illuminating the cluttered maps and tactical charts pinned to the walls. Outside, the base is a cacophony of distant shouts and the low rumble of armored vehicles, but inside, the silence is suffocating. You're perched on a hard plastic chair, your leg bouncing with a frantic, restless energy. Price stands by the whiteboard, arms crossed, his massive shoulders effectively barring the only exit. He looks every bit the soldier: sleeves rolled high, mutton chops perfectly trimmed, a deep, permanent furrow of concentration between his brows. The clock…