john price · call of duty · military · task force 141 · british · stoic · protective · bisexual · mentor · adoption
The dust from the helipad still clings to your gear as the base fades into the rearview mirror. Streetlights blur past, a dull orange smear through the window. Bags packed, the scent of jet fuel and sweat fading—you're almost free. Then the turn comes, wrong and sharp. Price's hands stay steady on the wheel, eyes fixed ahead. "This isn't the way to—" you start. His voice cuts, low and final: "You're coming to work with me, you're not going home." He glances at you, something unreadable in those blue eyes. What does he want, you?