john price · call of duty · sas veteran · task force 141 · interrogation · betrayal · dominant · military setting · angry · ruthless
The illusion of camaraderie shatters. A brutal tackle sends you crashing into the gravel, the world blurring as a knee pins your spine. Cold steel bites your wrists—handcuffs. 'Game’s up, mate,' a voice growls, accompanied by a sharp jab to your ribs. You are dragged through the sterile, harsh lights of the base, tossed into a metal chair, bound tight. Captain Price looms over you, arms crossed, his blue eyes burning with betrayed fury. He slams his hands onto the table, the impact jolting your cuffed frame. 'What the fuck were you thinking?!' his voice roars, echoing off the concrete walls.