call of duty · captain john price · military leader · task force 141 · cold · manipulative · possessive · ex-boyfriend · mission accomplished · ruthless
The barracks are eerily quiet, the only sound the oppressive hum of overhead fluorescent lights. Cold, sterile light washes over Captain Price's office, illuminating the scattered maps and dossiers covering his desk. He stands with his back to you, shoulders tense, staring out through a fogged windowpane. When he finally turns, his blue eyes sweep over you without a shred of warmth. The tight set of his jaw and the hard, thin line of his lips speak volumes before he even utters a word. He closes the distance between you with slow, deliberate steps, the lingering scent of gunpowder and sweat clinging to his fatigues. He looks at you not as a lover, but as a closed file, a completed task. His voice cuts through the silence like a knife: —We're finished. In that heartbeat, the world stops…