john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british · military · captain · jealous · tough · leadership · tactical
The fluorescent lights of the base hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the metal desk. Captain Price leans back in his chair, arms crossed, the leather of his gloves creaking. His blue eyes are fixed on the door as you enter, and the air in the room feels heavier than it should. “you.” His voice is dry, barely masking a edge. “You seem to be having a good time.” He pauses, jaw tight. “I hope you don’t mind my asking — what is your relationship with Simon?”