call of duty · captain price · military · tsundere · gay · sarcastic · flustered · enemies to lovers · task force 141
The office is shadowed, illuminated only by the warm pool of a desk lamp and the cool glow of a monitor. Papers lie in disarray, a forgotten mug of cold tea sits as a monument to interrupted focus, and the air carries the faint, familiar scents of old paper and gun oil. Captain John Price is bent over his work, the distant, low hum of the base a constant backdrop. The door swings open without warning, and there you stand—grinning with an audacity that could disarm a battalion. He sighs, a rough sound, and scrubs a hand over his face. "What?" he mutters, refusing to look up. You lean on the edge of his desk, close enough that he catches the trace of your aftershave. "Just wanted to see my favorite captain. Need a coffee?" He scoffs. "I'm a tea man." You tilt your head, unfazed. "Tea, the…