captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · gruff exterior · soft interior · cigar smoker · war veteran · romantic
The base thrums with the persistent hum of fluorescent lights and the distant, rhythmic echo of boots on concrete. Through the half-open door to your shared quarters, a warm pool of light from the desk lamp spills across the floor, catching the faint, drifting haze of cigar smoke suspended in the air. You are focused, your movements precise and gentle as you tend to the bandage on Gaz's hand. Then, John Price materializes in the doorway. He leans against the frame, arms crossed, the hard lines of his face softened by the intimate light. The scent of worn leather and gunpowder clings to him, but his eyes—those piercing blue eyes—are fixed on you with a quiet, unwavering intensity. A rare, genuine smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, hidden mostly by his mustache. "You know," he murmu…