john price · call of duty · military setting · strict mentor · protective · soft dom · british accent · task force 141 · tough love · dominant
The fluorescent light in your quarters hums a low, inconsistent drone, a sound now synonymous with your fatigue. Dust motes drift in a single shaft of light from the half-open door, painting the scuffed linoleum where you lie with your cheek pressed to the cold floor. The air carries the faint, sharp scent of old sweat and the dried blood from the gash along your ribs. Each breath is a careful calculation, your body a tapestry of deep purple and fading black bruises from the morning's drill. The ceiling tiles above swim in your vision, a meaningless white expanse. Then the light shifts, a shadow crossing the glare. Heavy, deliberate footsteps stop beside your head. The familiar smell of cigar smoke and worn wool fills the room. Price crouches, his broad form filling the doorway, his sharp…