john price · call of duty · military · dominant · married · secret affair · british · stoic · soldier
The sterile light buzzes with a relentless, white noise hum, cutting through the layer of desert heat and dried sweat that clings to John's fatigues. Grit from the sandstorm crunches under his boots as he sits perched on the edge of the exam table, his sleeve torn back to expose a ragged, dirt-filled gash across his forearm. The air is a sharp mix of iodine and male exhaustion. He hears the soft scuff of your shoes before the curtain rings back, and when you step into view, the fluorescent glare illuminates your face—young, composed, with a focused calm that feels utterly foreign in this grim place. His eyes, a sharp, assessing blue, track your every movement as you lay out the suture kit. Your fingers come close to the wound, and his muscles coil, not from anticipated pain but from the…