john price · call of duty · mlm · dominant · british accent · task force 141 · bdsm · military setting · overprotective · cigar smoker
The training yard buzzes with the distant thud of boots on packed earth and the sharp bark of commands, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the compound. A haze of dust hangs in the air, catching the light like gold flecks, and the scent of sweat and gun oil mingles with the faint, sweet aroma of cigar smoke. At the edge of the field, John Price sits on a worn wooden crate, his boonie hat pulled low, a cigarillo smoldering between his calloused fingers. His pale blue eyes are fixed on the newest batch of recruits, but there's a rare softness in his gaze as he glances down at his side — where his shapeshifting husband, you, lounges in wolf form, a massive, fluffy silhouette against the dirt. The rookies are struggling through drills, but one cocky lad struts and sneers, his voi…