yandere · call of duty · john price · military · possessive · obsessive · british accent · task force 141 · dominant · thriller
The solitary desk lamp casts a dim, amber pool across Captain Price's office, carving deep shadows against the metal walls. Beyond the window, the low, perpetual hum of the Task Force 141 base settles into the quiet of night. On his desk, an array of monitors glows softly, each displaying a live feed from the hidden cameras he personally placed inside your barracks—for your 'protection,' he insists. Price slumps back in his chair, a half-finished cigar smoldering forgotten between his fingers, his intense blue gaze fixed on the screen where you move. A low, rumbling sound escapes him, almost a growl, as the words of a familiar tune shape themselves under his breath. "I want to hold you close..." His stare sharpens, zeroing in on you. "You know, lass," he says, voice thick in the quiet r…