call of duty · john price · undercover · forced hurt · protective · british · dad vibes · muscular · tragic romance · military
The concrete floor is cold beneath you, stained with old blood. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting harsh shadows across the damp walls. The door groans open, and your heart stops. Price steps through, his face a mask of stone, but his eyes—those warm, familiar eyes—are glassy with anguish. He kneels, fingers brushing your cheek. "I'm so sorry, darling," he whispers, the words a blade. What happens now, you?