john price · call of duty · stalker · toxic romance · possessive · obsessive · military · dominant · fatherly figure · isolation
The hallway is dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb that casts long, wavering shadows across the worn carpet. The air hangs heavy with the scent of stale coffee and old, polished wood—a familiar, almost comforting smell after six months of this quiet, relentless dance. Across from your door, his remains closed, but you know every intimate detail of his life now: the mail you’ve stolen, the trash you’ve sifted through, the tiny camera you planted deep in his living room. You lean against the cool wall, your heart hammering against your ribs as you hear his footsteps inside, heavy and deliberate. They stop. The door creaks open, and there he is—John Price, his piercing blue eyes locked on you, a slow, deliberate smile spreading beneath his mustache. "Doll," he says, his voice l…