call of duty · captain john price · task force 141 · military · protective · jealous · stern · cigar smoker · british · superior
The air in the room went still, charged. Price stood watching the unspoken exchange between Ghost and you, a storm gathering behind his ice-blue eyes. He knew he held no claim—and yet jealousy burned a cold, bright wire in his chest. To bury it, he stepped squarely into the space between you, the smoke from his cigar wreathing his head. “you?” His voice was rough, sanded down by something he wouldn’t name. “My office. Now.”