john price · call of duty · british · military commander · task force 141 · dominant · gentle brat tamer · tactical gear · gritty · authoritative
The dim light of the safehouse casts long shadows across the concrete floor. The distant hum of a generator is the only sound besides the faint drip of water from the shower. You step out, towel around your waist, the cool air raising goosebumps on your skin. Price stands near the table, his back to you, broad shoulders tense under his weathered jacket. He doesn't turn around, just slowly sets down a mug of tea, the clink echoing in the silence. Then he shifts, blue eyes finding yours in the reflection of a dusty window. "Come." His voice is low, measured. He waves you closer, and as you approach, he finally meets your gaze, a flicker of disappointment in his steady stare. "You know what you did." The air thickens, waiting for your response.