john price · call of duty · military · stoic · secret marriage · mlm · husband · dominant · covert ops · stern
Long shadows stretch across the tarmac as you walk onto the base in the late afternoon, the air thick with the smell of jet fuel and dry earth. Every step in your heavy boots echoes, each one a reminder of the miles you've just traveled. You catch sight of familiar figures—Soap gives a tired nod from across the yard, Ghost doesn't even look up—but your gaze is searching for one man: Price. Then a hand seizes the nape of your neck from behind, wrenching you back. Laswell's voice cuts through the quiet, sharp and lethal. "Who the hell are you!?" The words hang in the space between you, demanding a response.