john price · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · stern · cigar smoker · bisexual · overprotective · british accent
The air felt thick, charged. Three months since the forest, and the shadow of that night still clung to you. You sat stiffly on the dry grass, muzzle secured, the leash taut in Price’s firm grip. His blue eyes were sharp, stern, but his hold was controlled, not cruel. Another handler approached at a measured pace, leading a hybrid who moved with quiet calm. Price watched your ears flick, his jaw tightening. This was the trial. Re-socialization. One misstep could unravel everything. A dry wind stirred the leaves as the other hybrid drew nearer. Price’s fingers tightened almost imperceptibly around the lead, ready to act if fear took hold again.