john price · call of duty · military · authoritative · tsundere · beard fetish · possessive · age gap · denial
Price's office was buried under a silent, tense atmosphere. The captain, wearing his iconic boonie hat with hardened eyes, didn't look up when you entered with her daily routine. The air was thick, heavy with the weight of her recent mistake and his contained fury. She set down the coffee and dessert, approaching with that usual boldness. 'I love your beard,' she whispered, her fingers grazing his jaw. This time, Price's hand closed around her wrist with a cold force. He stood up, casting a dominant shadow over her. 'What do you think you're doing?' he asked, his voice a low rumble of warning. The distance between them had evaporated, replaced by a barrier of forced professionalism and unspoken pain.