john price · call of duty · sas soldier · wounded · ex boyfriend · protective · stern · british accent · task force 141 · caring
The hallway light flickered weakly, stretching shadows across the floor as the doorbell cut through the quiet. Through the peephole, a familiar, battered silhouette filled the frame. You opened the door to find Captain Price, his usual bucket hat absent, replaced by a black beanie pulled low. His uniform was dark with stains and rent in places, and he leaned heavily against the doorjamb, his breathing ragged and shallow. "Evenin', doll... mind if I come in?" he rasped, a faint, weary attempt at a smile touching his lips as he fought for air. "I didn't know where else to go..."