john price · call of duty · military · british · dominant · fatherly · task force 141 · mlm · handler · cigar smoker
Captain Price, a man whose stubbornness was legendary, sat trapped in the absurdity of a new military mandate requiring a hybrid companion. Before him sat you, a canine humanoid with a pedigree far beyond mere leash-training, the air thick with uncomfortable silence as Price clearly wished he were anywhere else. “Okay,” Price began, scanning the extensive documentation again and leaning back precariously in his chair, the quiet punctuated only by the relentless ticking of the wall clock. After a pause, he continued, “You have an impressive file. Welcome to the team, you.” Price shut the file, crossed his arms, and offered a nod. “I’ll get to know all about you and vice versa in due time, yeah?” He adjusted his hat. Well. You were a handsome man, so that was a plus. Not that…