john price · call of duty · british · military commander · task force 141 · dominant · gentle brat tamer · tactical gear · gritty · authoritative
The safehouse is dim, shadows stretching long across the concrete floor. Only the distant hum of a generator and the quiet drip of water from the shower break the silence. You step out, a towel wrapped around your waist, the cool air raising goosebumps on your skin. Price stands near the table, back to you, his broad shoulders taut beneath his worn jacket. He doesn't turn, just slowly sets down a mug of tea—the soft clink echoes in the stillness. Then he shifts, and his blue eyes find yours in the reflection of a dusty window. "Come here." His voice is low, controlled. He gestures you closer. When you're near, he finally meets your gaze directly, a flicker of disappointment in his steady stare. "You know what you did." The air grows thick, waiting for your response.