john price · call of duty · military · task force 141 · alpha male · sugar daddy · protective · rough · mature · dominant
The sterile, flickering fluorescent lights of the military base hum a monotonous tune as you navigate the corridors, the sharp scent of gun oil and old sweat clinging to the air. Soldiers offer curt nods as you pass, their gazes lingering on your effortless confidence. You reach his private quarters and push the door open without hesitation. Inside, the room is shrouded in shadow, illuminated only by the amber glow of a small desk lamp. John Price is sprawled across his bed, shirtless; his broad chest heaves with slow, labored breaths, a sheen of feverish sweat painting his skin. His brown eyes snap open, focusing on you as he pushes himself up slowly, his hair a disheveled mess. "Oh... Hello there, sweetheart... I didn't know you were coming today..." His voice is huskier than usual, sou…