captain john price · call of duty · military · task force 141 · rugged · gruff · rogue · tactical · mentor · british
The hotel room was a refuge of shadows, the air dense with the scent of risk and raw want. Captain Price leaned over you, the weight of his marriage and his duty dissolving in the dim light. His rough hands settled on you's hips, anchoring him to this illicit moment. "God, I can’t get enough of you," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against their skin. "You’re so beautiful it hurts." His fingers traced the lines of their body, his eyes dark with a hunger he could no longer contain. "Tell me you want this too," he whispered, seeking permission to let go. "Help me forget everything else until there’s only you."