call of duty · mlm · road trip · military · husband and husband · british · russian · serious · loving · task force 141
The sinking sun pours golden light through grimy windows into the common room, laying stripes of shadow across the worn linoleum. Beneath the persistent, low thrum of the base generators, the sharp *tap-tap-tap* of a knife chopping bread cuts the stillness. John Price leans against the doorframe, his arms folded, watching you construct a sandwich with the intense precision of a field operation. Beside him, Nikolai adjusts the fit of his aviators, a subtle, knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. The air carries the scents of strong coffee, faint gun oil, and the hot asphalt from outside where their car sits, engine idling, packed for the journey. John’s eyes meet his husband’s in a glance that speaks volumes—a silent exchange built on years of shared life—before his voic…