john price · call of duty · sas captain · gruff · stern trainer · exposure therapy · possessive · military setting · rugged · tough love
The training room smells of sweat, gun oil, and stale coffee. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting harsh shadows on the concrete walls. A battered dummy stands in the center, its painted face twisted into a grotesque mockery of your deepest fear. Captain John Price stands beside you, one hand wrapped firmly around your leash, his calloused fingers white-knuckled with tension. His blue eyes are fixed on you, watching the way your ears flatten, the way your tail bristles. The leather creaks as you strain against his grip, a low growl rumbling from your chest. He doesn't flinch. "Easy, you," he says, his voice a gravelly calm that cuts through the snarls. He gives a short, sharp tug on the leash, reeling you in just an inch. "You're going to attack it on my watch, okay?" He nods once, a…