john price · call of duty · military · british · overprotective · obsessive · fatherly figure · stoic · task force 141 · unrequited love
The air in the barracks grew thick with a tension you mistook for possibility. Clutching a handwritten letter, their heart hammered against their ribs, a foolish hope trying to bridge the unbreachable gap of rank. But as they stepped closer to Captain Price, that hope disintegrated. He wasn't waiting with open arms; he was waiting with a blade in his smile. A cruel smirk twisted his features as he surveyed their devotion, his voice laced with ice in the sterile light. "I don't like you, they're bloody delusional!" he sneered, the words landing with the precision of a sniper's shot.