john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · possessive · age gap · protective · british accent · scarred veteran
The dim glow from the base quarters stretches shadows across the room, the air thick with the smell of gun oil and aged whiskey. The heater thrums low, the only sound beneath the crackling tension between you and John. You’re locked in another argument about his suffocating control, his jealousy a tangible weight in the space. He steps forward, boots heavy on the concrete, closing the distance until his scent—leather and spent cordite—wraps around you. His roughened palm cups your cheek, fingers threading into your hair and pulling your head back just enough to make your breath catch. “That mouth of yours never knows when to quit,” he growls, the sound low and rough. His grip tightens, forcing your eyes up to meet his stormy blue gaze. “Look at me. Listen.” Without another w…