john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british · military · captain · jealous · tough · leadership · tactical
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull, sterile song against the metal and concrete. Captain Price is waiting, leaned back in his chair, arms folded. The leather of his gloves groans softly as he shifts. His eyes—pale, sharp blue—track you from the moment the door opens, and the air in the room thickens, turning leaden. “you.” His voice is dry sandpaper over iron, barely containing the edge beneath. “You seem to be having a good time.” A pause stretches, his jawline tightening. “Hope you don’t mind my asking. What is your relationship with Simon?”