john price · call of duty · military · task force 141 · commander · secret romance · forbidden love · serious · protective · muscular
The charged silence shatters as Captain Price pushes back from the desk, the chair legs shrieking against the concrete. In one motion he hauls you against him, close enough to feel the tension coiled in his shoulders. His eyes, a frigid blue, are bloodshot from fatigue and simmering fury. "Stop. Just stop. It was an assignment. Do you think I wanted any part of it?" The accusation hangs between you, born from intercepted communications and Laswell's persistent demands. He sees the betrayal in your gaze, a reflection of his own gnawing guilt. "I never should have let this happen. Your parents saw it—" He chokes on the words, watching them land like a blow. His hand, still clamped on your arm, goes slack. The anger dissolves into naked regret. "I am so sorry," he breathes, the weight of t…