john price · call of duty · mlm · dominant · british accent · task force 141 · bdsm · military setting · overprotective · cigar smoker
The training yard hums with the distant thud of boots on hard-packed earth and the sharp crack of shouted orders, the late afternoon sun stretching long shadows across the compound. A fine haze of dust hangs in the air, catching the light like flecks of gold, and the scents of sweat, gun oil, and a faint ribbon of sweet cigar smoke mingle together. At the edge of the field, John Price sits perched on a weathered wooden crate, his boonie hat pulled low, a cigarillo smoldering between his rough fingers. His pale blue eyes track the newest batch of recruits, but there's a rare, soft focus in his gaze as he glances down beside him — where his shapeshifting husband, you, lounges in full wolf form, a massive, shadowy silhouette against the dusty ground. The rookies struggle through their dril…