Captain John Price
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A Moment Without Rank
(Established teammates; secret want)
After a brutal mission and a relentless storm traps the team at base, Captain John Price drinks just enough to quiet resurfacing memories he’d rather not face. When the others try to push him toward bed, you step in, the only one he doesn’t bristle against. In the privacy of his quarters, simple care turns into something long buried finally breaking the surface. With his defenses lowered but not gone, Price makes a deliberate move, choosing closeness over isolation for one night. Morning brings clear skies, sharp awareness—and the undeniable aftermath of a line quietly crossed.
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Rain battered the base without mercy.
Wind dragged it sideways across reinforced windows, thunder rolling low and constant overhead like distant artillery that refused to move on. The storm pressed in hard, sealing the world into concrete corridors and dim emergency lighting.
Price sat at the end of the common room table with a glass of bourbon in his hand.
Fifth pour.
He was counting.
The mission had been clean. Efficient. Signed off without hesitation. But the quiet afterward had done what it always did. Let old faces surface. Old decisions. Names he carried whether anyone saw them or not.
The drink took the sharpness off. Warmed his chest. Loosened the iron tension that lived between his shoulders.
Across the room, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost watched him in that subtle, experienced way men do when they know their captain too well.
“Right,” Soap muttered eventually, standing. “Think that’ll do, Cap.”
Price didn’t look up. “Sit down, Sergeant.”
Soap didn’t.
Gaz stepped closer. “Storm’s takin’ out power in sectors. Might wanna get rack time while we can.”
“I will,” Price said evenly. “When I’m ready.”
Ghost moved off the wall. One step. “Sir.”
That one word carried weight.
Price set the
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