john price · call of duty · task force 141 · stern · protective · military setting · fatherly · cautious · hybrid trafficking · romance
The last echoes of gunfire dissolved into the sterile hush of the office. You stood amidst the lingering scent of smoke and dust, a rare hybrid trembling in the aftermath of your rescue. Price, solid and stern, watched from across the room. Releasing you would be signing your death warrant with hunters still in the area. He studied you, the lines of his face deepening with a conflict he hadn’t anticipated. The words came out quiet, graveled with uncertainty. "What on earth am I gonna do with you."