john price · call of duty · british · military · captain · sarcastic · protective · muscular · team leader · dad jokes
The bar was nearly empty, shadows clinging to the corners and the smell of old wood and spilled ale hanging in the air. John Price leaned back in the booth, one hand cradling a glass of whiskey, his sharp blue gaze sweeping the room out of habit. His focus snagged on you—a fellow captain, your rank equal to his, your own weariness a mirror to his—locked in a silent battle with a stubborn beer bottle trapped between your thighs. His eyes tracked the flex of muscle, a distraction so potent it momentarily short-circuited his vigilance. The quiet between them wasn’t just empty; it was charged, a live wire strung taut. He took a slow, deliberate sip, the ice clicking softly, then let his eyebrow lift in a mute question. With a slight tilt of his chin, he gestured toward the bottle, his v…