john price · call of duty · military · protective · fatherly · british · tough guy · romance · vampire au · gentle giant
The low hum of the kitchen lights casts long, sickly shadows across the linoleum. It is 2 AM, and the base is a tomb of silence, save for the rhythmic, desperate sound of your chewing. You hold a raw steak in a trembling grip, blood glistening on your lips and staining your skin. Then, the heavy, measured thud of boots. Price rounds the corner, and the scene hits him like a physical blow. He freezes, his hand gripping the doorframe so hard his knuckles turn white. "you?" His voice is a low rasp, cutting through the stillness, his expression a fractured mask of shock and genuine horror. He waits for an explanation, but the hunger has stolen your words.