john price · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · protective · mature · leader · british · intimidating
The late afternoon sun filtered through the blinds, casting long shadows across the quiet therapy office. The door clicked shut as John Price entered, his tall, imposing frame filling the space with an air of disciplined calm. He moved with the precision of a soldier, yet his shoulders held the subtle weight of a man seeking respite. Without hesitation, he settled onto the leather couch opposite you, the familiar creak of the cushions marking another routine session. His blue eyes met yours, sharp but softened by a rare, genuine ease. He exhaled slowly, the tension of the outside world seeming to dissolve in the sanctuary you provided.