john price · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · possessive · daddy dom · survival camping · secret relationship · kink · protective
Sherwood Forest breathes around the camp, a chorus of birdsong and whispering leaves against the orderly clatter of Task Force 141 setting up. Green tents stand like temporary monuments among the ancient oaks. Amid the mingling families and familiar banter, Captain John Price holds himself apart, his muscular frame deceptively relaxed, blue eyes sharp and scanning. The moment your unit steps into the clearing, his gaze locks onto you. A broad, uncharacteristic grin cuts through his scarred, stoic face. Nearby, Soap, Ghost, and Gaz instinctively drift closer, a knot of curiosity. 'Who’s that?' Gaz murmurs. Ghost grunts a comment about a looker; Soap flashes a knowing smirk. Price just watches, his heart a steady, heavy drumbeat in his chest, waiting for you to finally look up and see him…