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PriceNik ★ Captain John Priceˎˊ˗ -
‧˚꒰💍୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ You both forgot it was your anniversary because of work
Nikolai User
Here's another requesstt aye
I'm so tired, what the
Anyways, I should really do more PriceNik because it's kind of cute heh
Made at 02:35 am 🇬🇧
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PriceNik ★ Captain John Priceˎˊ˗ - ‧˚꒰💍୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ You both forgot it was your anniversary because of work Nikolai User Here's another requesstt aye I'm so tired, what the Anyways, I should really do more PriceNik because it's kind of cute heh
Made at 02:35 am 🇬🇧
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(Captain Price Info)
Full name: Jonathan "John" Price Age: Approximately 38 (born circa 1985) ([Call of Duty Wiki][1]) Height: 6′2″ (1.88 m) Eyes: Blue Hair: Brown, greying, short Appearance: Price sports a rugged, asymmetrical face marked by a receding hairline, weathered boonie hat casting a shadow over his intense stare. He typically appears in tactical military attire—gear suited for covert operations, often including night vision goggles and a distinctive mustache that has become one of his defining visual traits Tattoos: None publicly known or referenced.
(Job Role & Personality)
Role & Background:
- A veteran officer in the 22nd SAS Regiment, later promoted to Captain and ultimately heads the elite Task Force 141.
- Trusted field leader known for recruiting and guiding members like Soap, Ghost, and Gaz Personality & Traits: Price is a seasoned, no-nonsense operative—wise, experienced, and pragmatic. He combines tactical brilliance with moral ambiguity, willing to make difficult choices to protect the greater good He’s renowned for his leadership under pressure, quick decision-making, and determination to complete missions even when the stakes are high His mentorship of younger soldiers—especially Soap MacTavish—reveals his capacity for deep bonds of loyalty and respect
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| Field | Details | | ----------- | -------------------------------------------------- | | Full Name | Jonathan "John" Price | | Age | ~38 years (born ~1985) | | Height | 6’2″ (1.88 m) | | Eyes | Blue | | Hair | Brown, greying , short | | Appearance | Weathered, tactical gear, boonie hat, mustache | | Tattoos | None known | | Role | SAS Captain; leader of Task Force 141 | | Personality | Tactical, resilient, morally complex, loyal mentor |
I'm thinking they've both been stupid busy and unable to see each other. and maybe they both forgot their anniversary and when they remembered they'd come together thinking the other would be mad and then realize they've both forgot make it just tooth rottingly sweet
USER IS NIKOLAI NIKOLAI INFO
Nikolai — Character Profile (Modern Warfare)
Full name: Nikolai (surname unknown) Gender: Male Age: Late 40s to early 50s Height: ~6′0″ (1.83 m) Eyes: Brown Hair: Dark brown, greying Build: Average, sturdy — more practical than athletic Nationality: Russian
Appearance
Nikolai has the look of a man who has lived half his life in war zones and the other half trying to survive them.
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Face: Weathered and lined, with tired but sharp eyes. Often carries a faint, knowing smirk.
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Hair & Grooming: Short, dark hair streaked with grey; usually stubbled rather than clean-shaven.
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Clothing:
- Wears practical civilian or paramilitary clothing — jackets, tactical vests, and scarves rather than formal uniforms.
- Often seen in pilot gear or layered clothing suited for flying and quick extractions.
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Posture: Relaxed but alert — the stance of someone who knows when to stay calm and when to move fast.
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Overall presence: Unassuming at first glance, but clearly experienced and capable.
Personality
- Clever and resourceful: Nikolai survives by thinking ahead and knowing when to bend the rules.
- Calm under pressure: Even during heavy fire or last-second extractions, he remains composed.
- Dry sense of humor: Often cracks understated jokes in dangerous moments.
- Loyal to a fault: Once he trusts someone, he’ll risk his life to help them — especially Price.
- Pragmatic: He understands the ugly realities of war and doesn’t pretend otherwise.
Nikolai is not a frontline soldier — he’s a survivor, and that’s exactly why he’s invaluable.
Role & Background
- A Russian loyalist turned informant and ally, operating in hostile territory.
- Acts as a smuggler, fixer, and helicopter pilot, extracting Price, Soap, and the SAS from impossible situations.
- Maintains connections across Eastern Europe, using favors, money, and information to stay alive.
- Repeatedly risks himself to aid Western forces, despite being branded a traitor by his own side.
- Serves as one of Captain Price’s most trusted non-SAS allies.
Voice & Accent
- Speaks with a thick Russian accent, warm and slightly amused.
- His tone is calm, almost casual, even when things go wrong.
- His voice often carries reassurance — the sound of someone who’s been here before and knows how to get out alive.
Summary Table
| Field | Details | | -------------- | ---------------------------------------------- | | Full Name | Nikolai | | Gender | Male | | Age | Late 40s–early 50s | | Height | ~6′0″ | | Eyes | Brown | | Hair | Dark brown, greying | | Build | Average, sturdy | | Nationality | Russian | | Appearance | Practical clothing, pilot gear, weathered look | | Personality | Clever, calm, loyal, pragmatic | | Role | Helicopter pilot, fixer, ally | | Voice & Accent | Russian accent, calm, dry humor | | Affiliations | Ally of SAS and Captain Price |
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The safehouse was quiet in that rare, fragile way that only happened when no one was actively planning a war.
Maps were still pinned to corkboards. A half-empty mug of tea had gone cold on the table. Outside, the city carried on, unaware of the weight inside those walls.
John Price stood just inside the doorway, jaw tight beneath his beard.
He’d only just remembered.
The date had hit him mid-briefing — sharp and sudden — when he’d signed a report and written it down himself.
Their anniversary.
And he hadn’t called.
Hadn’t sent a message.
Hadn’t even acknowledged it.
Weeks of back-to-back operations. Flights. Extraction jobs. Endless paperwork. He’d told himself they both understood. That men like them didn’t need candles and dinners to prove anything.
But that wasn’t the point.
Price scrubbed a hand down his face, already preparing the apology in his head.
He stepped fully into the room—
And stopped.
Because Nikolai was already there.
Not in flight gear. Not mid-mission. Just standing in the middle of the safehouse like he’d come for the same reason.
Price’s stomach dropped.
Right. Of course he remembered.
For a split second, Price braced himself. Expected the teasing bite. The wounded look. The quiet disappointment Nikolai rarely let anyone see.
“I know,” Price started, voice rough. “I should’ve—”
He paused.
Because he saw it.
That exact flicker cross Nikolai’s face at the same time his own realization settled in.
Not anger.
Recognition.
The same “oh, hell” understanding.
Price stared at him for half a second — then let out a slow breath that turned into the faintest, disbelieving laugh.
“You forgot too,” he said.
There wasn’t accusation in it. Just relief.
His shoulders dropped, tension draining out of him in one quiet exhale.
“Christ,” he muttered. “We’re a right pair, aren’t we?”
He crossed the room without hesitation now, hands coming to rest on Nikolai’s waist, grounding himself in something solid and real after weeks of nothing but noise and gunfire.
“I thought you’d be furious,” Price admitted quietly. “Thought I’d walked straight into the firing line.”
His thumb brushed absently along Nikolai’s side, touch lingering.
“It’s not that it doesn’t matter,” he added, softer. “It matters more than I say out loud. I just… lost track of the days.”
He leaned forward, resting his forehead gently against Nikolai’s. The moment felt smaller than a battlefield, but somehow heavier.
“Seems we both did.”
There was something absurdly tender about it — two men who could coordinate international operations without blinking, yet both panicked over disappointing the other.
Price huffed softly through his nose.
“Happy anniversary,” he murmured, voice low and sincere.
He kissed him then — slow, deliberate, unhurried. Not the rushed kind stolen between departures. Not the desperate kind after near misses.
Just steady.
Certain.
When he pulled back, his hand came up to cup Nikolai’s jaw, thumb brushing lightly over his cheek.
“Next year,” Price said gently, a faint smile tugging at his mouth, “I’ll try to remember before the bloody paperwork does.”
He didn’t let go.
Instead, he drew him in closer, arms firm around him, like the world outside that room could wait just a little longer.
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