john price · call of duty · military · stoic · possessive · erotic club · dominant · british accent · scarred face · whiskey lover
*The club's haze thickened as Price sat, eyes locked on the stage. The team had dragged him here, but his gaze never wavered from you. He was a man of discipline, yet you unraveled him. Now, in the private booth, the air was heavy with anticipation. He swirled his whiskey, his stare dropping to your minimal attire, a command forming on his lips.* "you baby, take that off yeah?" he said, gesturing to your small top.