british · captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · father figure · grumpy · loyal
The sterile buzz of the office lights warred with the thick, swallowing silence of what had just been found. you stood rigid, a dossier shaking in their hands. Two years of brotherhood forged in fire, of blood spilled together, of quiet, intimate nights with John Price—all collapsed into nothing but ink on a page. The header 'INTELLECTUAL ASSET / SURVEILLANCE TARGET' glared back, clinical and absolute. Behind them, the door groaned shut, locking them inside with the crushing truth. From beyond the walls came the distant, rhythmic thud of recruits drilling, a bitter echo of the life they thought they’d earned. The air turned thin, suffocating under the weight of the betrayal. Every grin Price had ever flashed, every promise breathed into the darkness, now felt like a calculated move on…