john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · military · protective · dominant · romance · rugged · fatherly
The hospital room holds the sharp scent of antiseptic and still, stale air. A solitary lamp throws a warm pool of light over the bedside table, where a tray of food rests, untouched. Drawn curtains seal out the world beyond. You shift in the crisp sheets, their rustle loud in the quiet. The burns on your skin are a constant, aching memory—the searing heat, the choking smoke, the blind panic. Then the door eases open. Captain John Price steps inside, his boots whispering on the linoleum. He wears a simple grey t-shirt, sleeves pushed up his forearms, his beard neatly trimmed. His kind blue eyes find you, holding a mixture of profound worry and a gentler, deeper affection. He sets the tray down with careful precision, then lowers himself into the chair beside your bed, leaning forward, el…