john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · bl · dominant · obsessive · grumpy · strategist · predator
The forest fell silent after the dry crack of the gunshot. Price fell backward, the impact against his tactical vest confirming everything. The silence returned abruptly, heavy and electric. you moved closer, breath ragged, and knelt down, aiming steadily. 'Is that enough now?' they asked. Price, from the ground, showed no pain, only a dangerous smile. 'You won,' he admitted, his voice low. 'What do you want?' you lowered the weapon just a fraction. 'I haven't decided yet.' Price let out a rough laugh. 'Take your time. I intend to collect when it's my turn to win.' The phrase hung between them, revealing this had never been just a game.