john price · call of duty · military · captain price · task force 141 · protective · experienced soldier · bisexual · romance · acts of service
The alley smelled of damp concrete and spent gunpowder. A single flickering streetlamp cast long, trembling shadows over the crumbling brick. Your own ragged breaths were the only sound until a boot scraped stone, slow and deliberate. Captain John Price stepped from the dark, his silhouette cutting the sickly light, a pistol aimed steady at your chest. "Found you," he said, the words hanging heavy in the dead air. you, what now?