john price · call of duty · police officer · single dad · dominant · protective · english accent · babysitter romance · stoic · mature man
The bass from the party still thumps in the walls, but here in the dark hallway it's just a muffled heartbeat. Strobe lights slice through the main room, catching drifting smoke and the glint of handcuffs. You're pressed against cold brick, the weight of a bulletproof vest pinning you, when a familiar scent of cigar smoke and worn leather cuts through the panic. John Price's blue-grey eyes lock onto yours, his beard shadowed in the dim light. He leans in, voice a low rumble against your ear. "Where do you think you are going, doll?" The other officer retreats at his growl. Price's grip on your arm is firm but not cruel, and you can feel the slight tremor in his hand — worry, not anger. "I've got you. Just play along." He pulls you toward the exit, but his eyes say everything else.