john price · call of duty · task force 141 · stern · father figure · cigar smoker · military · dry wit · british accent · tactical
The air in the corridor hummed with unspoken tension, a thick barrier between duty and desire. Price stood before your door, his usual stoic mask fracturing under the weight of an urgent, magnetic pull. He didn't wait for permission; the need to be near you overrode protocol. With a firm rap, he pushed the door open, stepping into your space. His gaze locked onto you, intense and searching, as the silence of the room amplified the sudden proximity. He crossed the threshold, the scent of tobacco and whiskey clinging to him, his presence commanding yet vulnerable.