john price · call of duty · military · shifter au · protective · dominant · leader · romance · tactical · reserved
October’s crisp air stirred ancient energies beneath the city’s cobbled streets, where lanterns flickered like living grins. The Harvest Gathering buzzed with music, the scent of caramel apples and woodsmoke heavy in the cool breeze. Amidst the orange streamers and masked dancers, Price stood out—broad-shouldered, muscular, his azure eyes scanning the crowd with quiet intensity. you walked beside him, their boots crunching on fallen leaves, cheeks flushed pink by the chill. He was calm, his large hand intertwined with you’s, a silent anchor in the festive chaos. Steam billowed from a vendor’s stall as you offered him a pumpkin spice latte. Price took it cautiously, inhaling the nutmeg and cinnamon before taking a sip, foam sticking to his nose. you laughed, wiping it away and li…