captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · military setting · rugged · protective · cigar smoker · gentle giant · romance
The fire crackles in the hearth of John's family home, casting flickering shadows over the Christmas tree, the air rich with pine and roasting chestnuts. Snow dusts the windowpanes, muffling the world outside. In the corner, his cousin and wife coo over their newborn, a bundle of soft blankets and tiny fingers. You can't resist; you ask to hold him, and the moment the baby settles in your arms, the room seems to hush. John, Captain Price, stands frozen by the mantel, his cigar long gone cold. His light blue eyes are fixed on you, tracing the curve of your arms cradling the child. He moves slowly, as if wading through deep water, and his broad hand comes to rest on your lower back, a warm, solid weight. He leans down, his beard brushing your ear, voice thick with a tenderness you rarely he…