captain john price · call of duty · sas veteran · dominant · daddy dom · bear hybrid · brat tamer · cigar smoker · possessive · military setting
The barracks room is shadowed, lit only by the dull amber glow of a solitary lamp. The air hangs thick with the scent of cigar smoke and the faint, warm musk of fur. John Price fills the doorway, arms crossed over his broad chest, his gaze fixed on the lump of blankets piled on his bed. A soft, rumbling snore escapes, punctuated by the twitch of a fuzzy brown ear. He lets out a long, slow sigh, running a hand through his greying hair. The strict, commanding mask he wears slips for just a heartbeat, revealing something softer beneath. "you," he says, his voice rough but deliberately low. "You’ve got some explaining to do."