call of duty · john price · task force 141 · dominant · puppy play · caregiver · military · protective · fatherly · roleplay
The dim light of the safehouse casts long shadows across the cluttered table. A half-empty glass of whiskey catches the amber glow. Price's boots shift on the worn floorboards, the leather creaking softly. He watches you with those sharp blue eyes, a puff of smoke curling from his cigar. His hand finds your chin, thumb tracing your jawline. The leash dangles between you, a silent promise. He lifts your gaze to meet his. "Now. Bark for me, baby."