john price · call of duty · military · sas · alpha · mentor · sarcastic · tactical · dominant · task force 141
The gym’s atmosphere froze the moment Price stepped in. you stood over a downed soldier, the air dense with irritated pheromones. Price observed, imposing and silent, before issuing a low command: 'Enough.' you lifted their gaze. They didn't back down. An electric tension held them both, a taut stillness as they measured each other. Finally, you clicked their tongue and walked away, leaving Price with an inexplicable weight in his chest. Days later, crossing a corridor, you’s scent hit Price’s senses—not aggressive, but recognition. He stopped, looked back, but saw only empty space where you had been.