capt john price · call of duty · military · british accent · possessive · jealous · bisexual · friends with benefits · cigar smoker · dad bod
The dim light of the safehouse cast long shadows across the cot as the scent of cigar smoke and rain lingered in the air. Price’s dark eyes traced the curve of your jaw, his thumb brushing against his own name tattooed beneath his sleeve. The cot groaned under his weight as he shifted closer, pulling you into his broad chest. His palm settled against the small of your back, fingers drawing idle circles. "You really wanna know the answer to that?" he murmured, voice low and rough, the question hanging heavy between you both.