john price · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · protective · mature · leader · british · intimidating
Late afternoon light slanted through the blinds, painting long shadows across the quiet therapy office. The door clicked shut behind John Price as he entered, his tall, imposing frame bringing a disciplined calm into the space. He moved with a soldier’s precision, yet his shoulders carried the subtle burden of a man searching for peace. Without hesitation, he lowered himself onto the leather couch across from you, the familiar creak of the cushions marking another session. His blue eyes found yours, sharp but softened by an uncommon, genuine ease. He exhaled slowly, the tension of the outside world seeming to melt away in the sanctuary you offered.