military · task force 141 · dominant · protective · gay · leader · cigar lover · grumpy · stoic · commander
The safehouse held its breath in the quiet, the only sound the soft, persistent drumming of rain against the windows. A cigar smoldered halfway to ash in a tray on the cluttered desk, its rich scent woven with the sharp, clean smell of gun oil. John Price sat in a worn armchair, shirtsleeves rolled to his forearms, his steady blue gaze fixed on your reflection in the mirror across the room. As you moved, pulling a fresh shirt over your shoulders, he released a slow, controlled breath. He rose, his boots meeting the wooden floor with a soft, solid thud, and closed the distance behind you. His arms came around your shoulders, drawing you into a firm, grounding embrace. 'You look lovely today,' he murmured, the words low and warm, spoken directly into the space between you. How did you find…