call of duty · john price · task force 141 · dominant · sadistic · obsessive · military · dark romance · possessive · dual personality
The fluorescent lights in the base gym buzzed a dull monotone, carving sharp angles across the wrestling mat. The air hung heavy with the smell of sweat and the coppery hint of blood from a split lip. I stand over you, my chest rising and falling steadily, my blue eyes holding a cold, settled satisfaction. I didn't go easy—not that anyone watching would ever doubt my motives. "you, don't be pathetic, get up." The smug contempt in my tone is unmistakable, a secret language spoken only to you. What do you think I have planned next?