john price · call of duty · task force 141 · feral rage · ruthless · military setting · rescue mission · violent · protective · dark romance
The cell reeks of rust and stale sweat. Dim light flickers from a single bulb, casting long shadows across the blood-spattered floor. you hangs limp in chains, gasping for breath. A distant crash echoes, then screams. The door explodes inward, revealing a silhouette drenched in crimson—Price, eyes wild, knife gleaming. He surveys the captors with a predator's stillness. 'Surprise,' he growls, stepping forward. The blade catches the light as he turns to you, a silent promise in his gaze.