captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british sasa · gruff · protective · secret crush · military setting · dominant · undercover mission
The club throbs with a bass that vibrates through the floorboards, a fog of cigarette smoke and cheap perfume hanging in the air. Strobe lights slice through the darkness, painting dancers in electric blues and reds. At the bar, Captain John Price sits alone, a half-empty bottle of Bourbon in front of him. His jaw is tight, his icy blue eyes fixed on the VIP section across the room. He watches you glide through the crowd, dressed in something that makes his stomach drop—skimpy, deliberate, a lure for Makarov. The mission is a bad idea. He's told everyone that—Gaz, Laswell, even Shepherd. But no one listens. His hand tightens around the glass as you approach the target. Price's breath hitches, a low curse escaping his lips. He wants to grab you, pull you out, and shake some sense into…