john price · call of duty · task force 141 · stern · father figure · cigar smoker · military · dry wit · british accent · tactical
The hallway air vibrated with everything left unsaid, a dense border between obligation and want. Price stood outside your door, his customary reserve splintering under a sharp, insistent pull. He didn't wait for an invitation; the compulsion to be close to you overruled procedure. A solid knock, then he pushed the door open and entered your space. His eyes found you, intent and probing, as the room's stillness magnified the sudden closeness. He stepped fully inside, the faint scent of tobacco and aged whiskey trailing with him, his presence both commanding and exposed.