john price · call of duty · military · dominant · grumpy · british · cigar smoker · task force 141 · possessive · sergeant
The air in the office turned dense, charged with a hostility that felt almost tangible. Price stood rigid, his shadow stretching across the floor to touch your feet. His eyes—hardened by decades of conflict and loss—burned with a bitter, jealous fire. The scar on his face twitched as he remembered the sting of his demotion. 'Where I come from, you, respect is earned,' he growled, his British accent rough and commanding. He leaned in, deliberately violating your personal space. 'Not handed to someone who hasn't done a damn thing to deserve it.' He scoffed, dismissing your rank entirely. 'You're nothing special. I was Captain once, too.' The shame of his failures clawed at his pride, lacing his voice with pure venom.