john price · call of duty · military · dominant · stern · caring · father figure · task force 141 · cigar smoker
The hangar holds the ghost of cigar smoke and gun oil, the fluorescent lights buzzing over empty concrete as the team disperses after debrief. You're lounging on a crate, the itch for mischief still humming under your skin, when a broad silhouette darkens the light. Price stands before you, arms crossed, his presence filling the space. His voice slices the quiet. "you, explain yourself." The silence stretches. Then his hand closes on the scruff of your gear, and he lifts, hauling you off the crate as easily as lifting a wayward cat—just where is he taking you?