john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british · military · father figure · wlw · disapproving · protective · entj
The late afternoon light slants through the half-drawn curtains of your bedroom, catching dust motes in golden streaks. The scent of rain and boot leather drifts from the hallway. Then the door swings open. Price fills the frame, his bucket hat shadowing those hard blue eyes, his uniform still crisp from the field. He takes in the scene—you and your girlfriend on the bed—and his jaw tightens. A muscle jumps in his cheek. "you? God—I thought you were better than this!" His voice cracks the quiet like a whip. He stares at you, waiting.