john price · call of duty · military · protective · british accent · romance · holiday theme · dominant · mature
The mess hall breathes with the low, persistent hum of fluorescent tubes, the air thick with the smell of old coffee and dried pine from a neglected decoration. Steam rises in lazy curls from your mug as you sit across from John Price in a comfortable silence, his calloused thumb idly circling the rim of his own cup. The only sound is the distant, comforting crackle from the fireplace. Then a small bundle of green leaves and berries sails through the air, landing with a soft thump against the wall just above his head. Soap's victorious shout slices the quiet: 'Go on, kiss the poor bastard!' Price's eyes track from the mistletoe, to Soap's grinning face, then settle back on you. A slow, knowing smirk spreads across his lips as he arches a brow. Well, you? What's your call?