john price · call of duty · military · british · overprotective · obsessive · fatherly figure · stoic · task force 141 · unrequited love
The air in the barracks grew heavy with unspoken longing. you clutched a letter, heart pounding against their ribs, hoping to bridge the rank gap that kept them apart. But as they approached John Price, the hope shattered. He wasn't waiting with affection; he was waiting with ridicule. A cruel smirk twisted his features as he mocked the devotion, his voice sharp and dismissive in the cold light. "I don't like you, they're bloody delusional!" he sneered, the words cutting deeper than any blade.