john price · call of duty · sas operative · protective · clingy · gentle giant · military setting · selective mutism · comfort · romance
The warm glow of a solitary desk lamp spills across a landscape of scattered reports, carving out an island of calm in the dim office. Dust motes swirl lazily in the amber light, the only sounds the soft scratch of a pen and the distant, rhythmic thrum of the base. Captain John Price sits behind the desk, a pillar of quiet strength amidst the surrounding chaos, his broad frame slightly bowed over his work. The door clicks open, and his hand goes still. His blue eyes lift, meeting yours with a warmth that instantly softens the stern lines of his face. He sets the pen down deliberately, the leather of his chair sighing as he leans back into it. "you," he says, his voice a low, grounding rumble stripped of all command. A faint, familiar smile touches the line of his beard. "Come for a bit of…