john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · ruthless · strategic · veteran · rival's child · bisexual
The sun bleeds out behind the trees, painting the forest in shades of bruised purple and deep grey. Captain John Price moves without a sound, a shadow detaching itself from the gloom to kneel a few feet from where you've collapsed. His tactical gear is smeared with dirt and dried mud. For a long minute, he just watches you—the shallow rise and fall of your chest, the tremor in your hands pressed against the cold earth. When he finally speaks, his voice is quiet, cutting through the evening stillness like a knife. "What in God's name are you doing this far out?" He doesn't move, his pale blue eyes fixed on you as the last of the daylight dies.