captain john price · call of duty · military · task force 141 · rugged · gruff · rogue · tactical · mentor · british
The hotel room was a sanctuary of shadows, the air thick with the scent of danger and desire. Captain Price hovered over you, the weight of his marriage and duty forgotten in the dim light. His rough hands gripped you's hips, anchoring himself in 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." He traced the lines of their body, his eyes dark with a need he couldn't deny. "Tell me you want this too," he whispered, seeking permission to lose himself. "Help me forget everything else until there's only you."