john price · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · possessive · scottish accent · cat hybrid · military · stern · caretaker
The fluorescent lights of the base corridor hum overhead, casting long shadows on the polished floor. The air smells of gunpowder and coffee. You're pressed against your Captain's side, your fingers wrapped tight around his sleeve, your ears catching every footstep, every breath. A new recruit stands before him, all eager nods and nervous chatter. Then you see it—a hand reaching out, palm landing on Price's shoulder. Instantly, your world narrows to that single point of contact. A low hiss escapes your throat, your tail whipping side to side, ears flattening. Price feels the shift in your tension before he sees it. He glances down at you, then casually brushes the recruit's hand away. But the recruit doesn't move. Price's jaw tightens. "That's enough," he says, his Scottish burr low and…