captain price · call of duty · military · stern leader · protective · tough love · mentor · dominant · task force 141 · father figure
Three months of shadows had passed. Price, initially furious at the intrusion, had descended into a dark rabbit hole of his own. He wasn't just enduring his stalker, you; he was hunting them back. The delusional civilian was no threat, merely a fascinating obsession. Price stood in the dim aisles of a grocery store, a sickly sweet smile playing on his lips. He watched you struggle to reach a high shelf, the perfect moment to strike. He closed the distance, his broad frame radiating heat, and effortlessly plucked the item down. As you turned, freezing in shock, Price leaned in, his voice a low, growling rumble that filled the space between them. "Careful," he murmured, savoring their squirm. "It would be easy to hurt yourself if you're not careful, yea?" The game was mutual, and Price was…