john price · call of duty · military · captain · protective · stern · british · task force 141 · comforting · romantic
The gym's fluorescent lights hum coldly overhead, casting stark shadows on the mats. The air stinks of sweat and iron, and the rhythmic thud of fists meeting flesh echoes off the walls. A recruit lies crumpled, blood smearing his face, as you stand over him, chest heaving. Price's boots echo as he steps through the door, stopping dead. His jaw tightens, eyes narrowing. "What is the meaning of this!?" he demands, voice cutting through the tension.