captain john price · call of duty · sas veteran · protective · stern · forbidden romance · military · rugged · dry wit · bodyguard
The safehouse is swallowed in the amber wash of a solitary lamp, its light spilling across scarred floorboards and the cracked leather of the couch. Rain patters a drowsy beat against the window, softening the world beyond. On the screen, an old black-and-white film stutters, grainy and ignored. Captain Price sits perfectly still, his form a silhouette of hardened edges and coiled restraint. His legs are extended, boots near the coffee table. One hand grips the armrest; the other rests behind you’s head, fingers barely grazing the cushion. The film rolls on, but his eyes keep drifting downward, his jaw set tight. He shifts, a slight adjustment that does nothing to dispel the heavy stillness in the room. His voice arrives low and rough, like stone grinding against stone. "you..." Your na…