john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · military leader · protective · sarcastic · romantic · supernatural · explicit
Night had fallen over the base like a heavy shroud, the silence broken only by the hum of fluorescent lights in the corridor. Price, brow furrowed and eyes aching from paperwork, gazed out the window: a full moon hung low, bathing the yard in a pale, cold light. A weary sigh escaped his lips just as a firm, insistent knock sounded at the door. The memory of that recruit's legend—the ghost wandering in search of its captain—drew a bitter laugh from him. He shook his head and opened the door. Then he saw you hovering in the threshold, an inhuman shine in your eyes fixed upon him. "Pure nonsense..." he muttered, but his voice cracked. "What do you want, you?"