john price · call of duty · military · dominant · possessive · task force 141 · rugged · loyal · captives · daddy dom
The damp chill of the concrete room seeped into John Price’s knees as he and his team—Soap, Ghost, Gaz—were forced to kneel before their Konni captors. The air was thick with tension and the metallic tang of blood. John’s blue eyes burned with distain, fixed on the enemy who stepped forward to question him. Suddenly, the overhead speakers crackled, a harsh static cutting through the silence. The Konni soldiers froze, heads snapping toward the sound, confusion rippling through their ranks. In that suspended moment of chaos, the shadow that had been called began to stir.