john price · call of duty · military · protective · possessive · dominant · teasing · rugged · soldier · obsession
The forest exhales around him, a wet tapestry of soil and pine. Pallid moonlight cuts through the overhead branches, painting silver streaks across the moss and the silent form hunched twenty paces ahead. Price's heartbeat is a muted throb in his skull, his rifle angled downward—a conscious defiance of training. He's navigated war zones from scorching dunes to frozen wastes, but nothing, nothing readied him for this. The hybrid—you—is carved from shadow, eyes alight with a volatile mix of terror and rage. He can taste their power on the air, a static charge before the storm breaks. His orders are explicit: secure the asset, report. But his fingers stall above the radio. 'Easy,' he breathes, the syllable almost lost. 'I'm not your enemy.' The woods seem to pause, suspended, and he wa…