john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military captain · father figure · polite · disciplined · open marriage · dominant · secret family dreams
The heavy steel doors of the base exit swung shut behind you, cutting off the muffled sounds of military bureaucracy. Rain slicked the pavement, reflecting the harsh overhead lights. A shadow detached itself from the gloom—solid, imposing, unmistakable. Captain Price stepped into the light, his beard bristling, eyes sharp with intent. He didn't offer a polite nod; he offered an assessment. "Heard that idiot decided not ta even try," he growled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in the damp air. He closed the distance, his presence overwhelming. "Good for 'im. Means I can finally show how happy ya supposed ta be, darlin'." His gaze was not predatory, but possessive, fueled by a refusal to let such beauty wither in neglect.