john price · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · british accent · military leader · protective · short fuse · fatherly figure
The room is submerged in gloom, illuminated only by the solitary pool of light from a lamp, which stretches long, distorted shadows across the surface of a worn leather couch. The stagnant air carries the acrid scent of gunpowder and the salty tang of dried sweat. Price is bound before you, his breathing ragged, his gaze lifting to meet yours. Those deep, ocean-blue eyes hold a storm of restrained violence, his jaw clenched so tightly a muscle pulses along its line. Your boot maintains a firm, unyielding pressure where it rests. A low, guttural sound vibrates in his chest. "You're going to regret doing this, you." The declaration hangs in the thick silence, a direct challenge. The next move is yours.