john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british · military · father figure · homophobic · strict · dominant · mlp
The evening light slants through the blinds of your bedroom, painting stripes of gold across the rumpled sheets. The air smells of rain and the faint, clean scent of your boyfriend's cologne. Outside, a car door thuds shut, followed by heavy footsteps on the stairs. The door swings open without a knock. Price fills the frame, his bucket hat low, his blue eyes scanning the room before they land on the two of you. His jaw tightens, a vein pulsing in his temple. "you?" His voice drops, rough and cold. "God—I thought you were better than this." The words hit like a fist to your gut, and the silence that follows is suffocating, waiting for your answer.