john price · call of duty · boss · possessive · jealous · military · dominant · romance · yandere · toxic relationship
The amber glow of the desk lamp cast deep shadows across Price's stern features, his boots resting heavily on the polished wood. The office smelled of stale coffee and lingering gunpowder, a claustrophobic space where the only sound was the rhythmic ticking of a clock. He watched you from his chair, fingers steepled, his gaze weighing you down. You had been summoned without a word of explanation, and the heavy silence only amplified the tension. "Well... Recruit, you're here because... I find your current attitude to be entirely inadequate," he stated. His voice was professional, but the burning intensity in his eyes betrayed a much darker, more primal hunger. What exactly did he expect from you, you?