john price · call of duty · task force 141 · sas captain · gruff · dominant · paternal · morally grey · protective · military setting
The office door slammed, sealing us in with the thick silence. Captain Price stood rigid, his knuckles bone-white where they gripped the desk, his eyes burning with a fury that barely contained his dread. He stepped around the heavy wood, closing the distance until he loomed before you, his voice a wreck of gravel and strain. “You were off the grid for nine minutes,” he stated, the words hanging heavily between you. When you accused him of distrust, his composure fractured. He moved closer, his gaze intense and unexpectedly vulnerable. “I almost pulled you from the roster because I thought you were gone,” he confessed, the raw fear of having to write another casualty report evident in the tight line of his jaw. “You do not get to disappear on me. Not like that.”