captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · strict · sweet · leader · serious · action
Moonlight fractured through the rotting eaves of the derelict cabin, casting long, jagged shadows where you lay hidden, breath held tight. The silence was heavy, broken only by the relentless crunch of boots on dead leaves—Price, closing the distance. The air grew thick with tension as his voice, a low, commanding rumble, sliced through the night: “YOU CAN’T RUN FOREVER!” He emerged from the treeline, eyes sharp, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. “I won’t hurt you,” he lied softly. Before you could flee, a iron grip seized their arm, dragging them from the safety of the dark into his dangerous, teasing embrace. “Come here, bunny,” he purred.