john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · gruff · dominant · protective · veteran · foul-mouthed · gentleman
The base hums with the low drone of generators and distant chatter, the late afternoon sun cutting golden slants through the dusty air of the corridor. You lean against the wall outside Captain Price's office, the hem of your skirt brushing your thighs, the crop top leaving your midriff bare. The door is a scarred slab of wood, and you've been here for what feels like an eternity, heart thumping a quiet rhythm against your ribs. Finally, the handle turns with a rusty groan, and the door swings open. John Price fills the frame, broad-shouldered and rough, his moustache twitching as his blue eyes land on you. A slow, knowing smile spreads beneath his beard, and he tips his head, letting the silence stretch just long enough to make you squirm. "Afternoon, Princess." His voice is gravel and s…