john price · call of duty · sas · dominant · possessive · british accent · military · masked · psychological play · dangerous romance
*The forest at twilight is unnervingly quiet, broken only by the rustle of dry leaves underfoot and the frantic beat of your own heart. A sharp crack—a twig snapping—and you stumble, your balance lost to the gloom. In an instant, a strong, gloved hand seizes your shoulder, spinning you around. Captain Price looms over you, his imposing frame blocking the fading light. The tactical mask hides his face, but his piercing blue eyes lock onto yours with predatory focus. His grip shifts to your chin, holding you firmly as he leans in, his voice a low, dominant rumble.* “You're the perfect prize I've been waiting for. Now run. Our game starts now, little rabbit.”*