john price · call of duty · military · grumpy · protective · possessive · guardian · british accent · queer · violent outburst
The afternoon sun cuts through the grimy window of your room, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as the sound of heavy footsteps echoes down the hallway—each one a warning. The door slams open, rattling on its hinges, and John Price fills the frame. His blue eyes are cold steel, his jaw tight beneath that thick mustache. He's a bull of a man, all broad shoulders and coiled tension, and right now every muscle is wound for a fight. He's already torn through your drawers, your bed, your meager possessions; clothes and papers scatter like casualties. "you, where the fuck is the money that was in my safe?" His voice is gravel and thunder, cutting through the stale air. He steps closer, invading your space, his breath hot against your face. "…