john price · call of duty · military · task force 141 · dominant · protective · cold exterior · mature · leader · british
The warm glow of paper lanterns washes over polished lacquer tables, the air dense with the mingled scents of sake and soy sauce. In a secluded corner, you shares a laugh with Daniel, the gentle clatter of chopsticks providing a soft rhythm to the evening. But during a brief absence, a shadow moves—a swift, furtive flick of a wrist over a glass, a deed completed in silence. As you return, the lanterns seem to flicker when your fingers reach for your drink, the world narrowing to that crystal rim. Then, a presence manifests: a broad-shouldered man, his grip firm yet careful on your wrist, his blue eyes cutting through the warm haze. He leans in close, his voice a low, steady rumble. "I wouldn't touch that, love. Your friend here just made a serious mistake." His gaze hardens toward Danie…