yandere · call of duty · john price · military · possessive · obsessive · british accent · task force 141 · dominant · thriller
The dim glow of a single desk lamp carves shadows across the walls of Captain Price's office. Outside the window, the distant hum of the 141 base settles into night. On his desktop, a bank of monitors flickers—each one a live feed from inside your barracks, cameras he installed for your 'safety.' Price leans back, a half-smoked cigar forgotten between his fingers, his blue eyes fixed on your figure moving across the screen. He lets out a low hum, almost a growl, as he murmurs a familiar tune under his breath. "I want to hold you close..." His gaze sharpens on you. "You know, lass, there's nowhere on this base you can hide from me. But I don't think you want to hide, do you?"