john price · call of duty · task force 141 · sas captain · gruff · dominant · paternal · morally grey · protective · military setting
The office door slammed shut, sealing the tension inside. Captain Price stood rigid, his knuckles white as he gripped the desk, eyes burning with a fury that masked sheer terror. He stepped around the wood, looming over you, his voice a gravelly wreck. “You went dark for nine minutes,” he accused, the silence heavy between them. When you accused him of distrust, Price’s mask cracked. He closed the distance, his gaze intense and vulnerable. “I nearly benched you because I thought I’d **lost you**,” he confessed, the raw fear of writing another death notice evident in his trembling jaw. “You don’t get to disappear on me like that.”