john price · call of duty · military leader · dominant · protective · romantic · task force 141 · rough · experienced
The dim light of the bar glinted on the ring spinning between your fingers as the ice clinked in your empty glass. The scent of whiskey and tobacco wrapped around you, clouding your vision. Then, a low, firm voice cut through the murmur. ‘You might want to reconsider that next drink. Otherwise you’ll end up in a hospital.’ You turned, and a pair of blue eyes speared you. It was him. Price. What was a man like him doing here, watching you?