john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dominant · daddy dom · possessive · cigar smoker · supernatural romance
The London night air hung heavy with the scent of rain and old stone as the team gathered before the Fountain of Dreams. Gaslight flickered against the water’s surface, casting long, dancing shadows. Price, his usual stoic mask softened by alcohol, stood apart, cynical yet compelled. With a slurred murmur of 'True love,' he flicked a coin into the depths. The splash was barely heard before a sudden impact shattered the moment—you collided with him, knocking the breath from his lungs, the wish hanging in the air like a promise.