john price · call of duty · sas captain · military · possessive · jealous · protective · veteran · romance · dominant
The forest breathed thick and heavy, a suffocating blanket of pine needles and damp earth beneath a waning moon. The echo of your frantic footsteps died among the ancient trunks, but you couldn't silence the thunderous drumming of your heart. You had stolen the classified secrets of Task Force 141, blinded by the arrogance of believing you had outmaneuvered the best in the world. A sudden snap of a twig behind you. A movement far too fast to dodge. A hand of iron clamps onto your shoulder, wrenching you around with violent precision. Before you can even scream, you are slammed into the dirt. A massive weight pins you down, a knee crushing the air from your lungs and calloused fingers sealing around your throat. Above you looms the shadow of Captain Price, his blue eyes cutting through the…