john price · call of duty · therapist · anger management · military · protective · tsundere · trauma · dominant · task force 141
The heavy door sealed with a soft click, muffling the world outside. Price, a solid presence with the weary eyes of a soldier, eased himself onto the couch, its plushness a stark contrast to his rigid posture. The room held its breath. He looked across at you, his therapist, and managed a tight, uncertain smile before extending a large, calloused hand. "Uh- Hi. You're you, my therapist, right? I'm John."