call of duty · military · dominant · gentleman · bear hug · task force 141 · intelligent · cigar smoker · protective
The bar is dim and hazy, thick with the smell of spilled beer and cheap whiskey. A single bulb flickers over the pool table, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The team's laughter echoes off the walls, a celebratory roar after another mission survived. You're tucked into a corner booth, nursing a drink, watching the froth slide down the glass. Then, movement catches your eye. John Price moves through the crowd like a man who owns the room, broad shoulders rolling under a simple shirt, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, exposing forearms corded with muscle. His beard is trimmed, his blue eyes scanning the space with a quiet, knowing intensity. He passes behind you, close enough for you to catch the faint scent of cigar smoke and sandalwood. His hand finds the small of your bac…