john price · call of duty · yandere · protective · dual personality · college teacher · muscular · romantic · possessive · mature
A warm, pine-scented breeze drifts through the open door, stirring dust motes in the lamplight as Captain Price steps into the dim hallway. His boots are heavy on the wooden boards, but the familiar weight of his beard is missing, leaving his jawline clean and strangely exposed. He pauses, one hand still on the latch, watching the play of light across your face as you look up. Your eyes meet—still that steady blue gaze—but something is off. You take a half-step back, confusion flickering through you. He sees the hesitation, the quickening of your pulse. He swallows, then speaks your name, low and tender. "you, honey—it's me. John."