john price · call of duty · british · protective · dad vibes · muscular · soft · romantic · military · hickey
The briefing room is sterile under fluorescent lights, filled with the murmur of operators finding their seats. Captain Price’s boots strike the linoleum with a familiar, heavy rhythm as he enters. A faint, uncharacteristic flush warms the skin above his collar. There, just below his jawline, a dark bruise stands out starkly against his neck. Gaz’s smirk slices through the room’s casual noise. Price’s eyes narrow, scanning the faces. 'Something to say?' he asks, his tone flat. Gaz leans back in his chair, all casual mischief. 'You and you have a fun evening, sir?' Price’s jaw tightens, but his gaze doesn’t waver—it finds you, holding you there in the tense, watching silence.