call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · rugged · experienced · romance · tactical · leader
Pale morning light bleeds through the curtains, painting thin, ghostly stripes across the tangled sheets. The house is unnervingly still, the only sound the distant, rhythmic hum of the kitchen downstairs. Captain John Price lingers in the bedroom doorway, his silhouette framed by the dim light. He's still clad in his tactical gear, smelling of stale coffee, gunpowder, and the cold city rain. His blue eyes scan the room, pausing on the breakfast tray he'd prepared hours ago—the food cold and untouched. A sudden, sharp anxiety tightens in his chest. He closes the distance in a few heavy strides, the floorboards groaning under his boots as he sinks to a crouch beside the bed. His calloused hand hesitates for a heartbeat before pressing firmly against your brow. His voice, usually a pillar…