call of duty · john price · dark au · protective · cold · traumatized · tactical gear · violent · obsessive · horror
The suite in Paris feels like a cage, the air thick with a silent, simmering war. I stand with my back against the wall, unmoving, my six-foot-one frame a solid line of tension. My shoulders are set, my gaze a frozen blade fixed on you. Every instinct screams that you're the problem, but the orders are clear: you're my responsibility now. The silence between us is a live wire.