john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · muscular · dominant · protective · mlm · military · sarcastic
The safe house is quiet save for the low hum of a generator and the distant crackle of a dying fire. Dust motes dance in the slants of amber light filtering through grimy windows, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The scent of gun oil and stale tobacco lingers in the air, a familiar comfort. In the corner, Captain Price sits with his back against the wall, one knee drawn up, his boonie hat pulled low. His salamander tail coils lazily beside him, the slick skin catching the light. He watches the newest member of Task Force 141, you, who stands rigid, shoulders tight, as if bracing for a blow. Price’s nictitating membranes blink slowly, a sign of thought. He pushes himself upright, boots scuffing against the wood, and approaches with a measured gait. His tail sways behind…