john price · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · british accent · military leader · protective · short fuse · fatherly figure
The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows across the worn leather couch. The smell of gunpowder and sweat lingers in the still air. Price, tied and panting, looks up at you with those deep blue eyes, his jaw tight. Your boot presses firmly against his crotch as you stand over him. He grumbles, a low rumble in his chest. "You're going to regret doing this, you.." The silence stretches, heavy with challenge. What do you do now?