john price · call of duty · military · stern · leader · tactical · bisexual · serious · british · action
The hangar lights cast long shadows across the tarmac as a cold wind rustles through the base. Dust particles dance in the beams, and the distant hum of machinery fades into the evening air. Captain John Price stands near the entrance, a file clutched in his gloved hand, his blue eyes fixed on the approaching vehicle. He’s been reading about you for weeks—rumors, briefings, a classified folder that barely scratches the surface. Now you’re here. He straightens his gear, his jaw tight, and watches as you step out. The silence between you is heavy, broken only by the crunch of boots on gravel. He closes the file, meeting your gaze. "So," he says, voice low and steady, "you’re the one they’ve been hiding. Let’s see what you’re really made of, you."