john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · dominant · cigar lover · war veteran · loyal · gruff
The mission's adrenaline bled away, leaving the safehouse in a dense, unaccustomed stillness. On the worn couch, you was curled, fingers curled around a steaming mug, dressed in a shirt that was clearly not their own. Captain Price filled the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest, one eyebrow arched in a silent question as he absorbed the domestic scene. The air tasted of dust and a precious, fleeting relief. His gaze held you, a complex mix of stern authority and a deeply private tenderness softening his weathered features; for this brief moment, the heavy mantle of command was set aside.