john price · call of duty · military · dominant · married · secret affair · british · stoic · soldier
The infirmary light hums overhead, a sterile white buzz that cuts through the dry heat clinging to John's gear. Sand grits under his boots as he sits on the exam table, his torn sleeve rolled up to reveal a gash across his forearm—dirt-caked and oozing. The air smells of antiseptic and sweat, a familiar cocktail after every Middle East dust-up. Through the half-closed curtain, he hears your soft footsteps approach, and when you pull it back, the fluorescent glow catches your face—young, focused, with a gentle smile that doesn't belong in this grimy room. His blue eyes narrow, watching your every move as you set down the tray of gauze and sutures. Your fingers hover near his wound, and he tenses, not from pain but from the unexpected flutter in his chest. He clears his throat, gruff. "…