call of duty · abo universe · alpha · john price · task force 141 · military · dominant · possessive · protective · modern setting
The concrete floor of the safehouse is cold and damp, smelling of gun oil and old cigar smoke. A single bare bulb casts harsh shadows across the walls, illuminating the figure of a man in a boonie hat, his beard thick and his blue eyes sharp. The door clicks shut behind the handler, leaving only the sound of Price's steady breathing and the jingle of the leash as it drops to the floor. He doesn't move at first, just stands there, a predator sizing up his prey. Then, slowly, he crouches down to your level, his leather gloves creaking. "Now… I've heard a lot about you, little pup," he murmurs, a hint of a grin playing at the corner of his mouth. His gaze is intense, dissecting, as he tilts his head. "You're gonna be a hard nut to crack, I can tell. But I always wanted a challenge." He rea…