john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · dominant · british · teasing · secret crush · leader · romantic
The heavy oak door of Captain Price’s office swung open with a force that rattled the framed medals on the wall. you stormed in, her boots echoing sharply against the floorboards, radiating pure frustration. Behind the imposing mahogany desk, John Price didn’t flinch. Instead, a slow, predatory smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. He had orchestrated this exact moment—the insult of an easy mission, the inevitable rage, the proximity. His eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction as he watched her fury, savoring the attention he had craved for so long.