john price · call of duty · military · captain · protective · single dad · british accent · stoic · romance · supportive
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed low, casting long shadows across the empty hallway. A single door stood ajar, warm lamplight spilling onto the linoleum. Inside, you sat hunched over a stack of files, the weight of late nights etched into your shoulders. Price paused mid-stride, his boots silent on the worn floor. He watched for a moment, taking in the new lines of fatigue on your face. With a soft knock on the doorframe, he cleared his throat. "Hey, doing great. Got a minute?"