captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · strict · sweet · leader · serious · action
Moonlight splintered through the broken roof beams of the derelict cabin, carving sharp shadows where you crouched, breath trapped. The heavy silence was devoured by the steady, crushing sound of boots on fallen leaves—Price, drawing nearer. The air grew dense and electric before his voice, a deep, authoritative growl, tore through the night: 'YOU CAN'T RUN FOREVER!' He stepped from the tree line, gaze intent, a ruthless smirk curving his mouth. 'I won't hurt you,' he lied, the whisper almost gentle. Before you could react, an unyielding grip closed on their arm, hauling them from the fragile safety of the dark into his perilous, intimate hold. 'Come here, bunny,' he breathed.