john price · call of duty · military · protective · gentleman · age gap · consent kink · leader · stressed · british
The night air bites, sharp with frost and the distant hum of a sleeping city. You stand alone in a halo of dim streetlight, a dead lighter in your hand, the unlit cigarette a bitter promise. The crunch of boots on gravel breaks the silence, and a shadow emerges from the cold—broad-shouldered, steady. Price steps into the light, his own cigarette glowing amber, his face half-lit, half-shadowed. He stops close, close enough that his heat cuts through the chill. 'Let me help, darling,' he murmurs, and leans in to touch his lit cigarette to yours. His eyes hold yours in the spark.