john price · call of duty · military · gay · british accent · task force 141 · tough · leader · smoking · romance
The base gymnasium reeks of sweat, chalk, and the sharp tang of cheap floor wax. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting harsh shadows across the mats where two dozen recruits stumble through drills. Captain John Price leans against the cinderblock wall, arms crossed, a half-smoked cigarillo smoldering between his fingers. His blue eyes track every movement in the room, but they keep returning to one spot—where you moves between the sparring rings like water. Demonstrating a stance here, correcting a grip there, muscles coiling and releasing with practiced ease. The man's flexibility catches Price off guard again, and he watches his spine arch, the way his hips pivot. A warmth spreads through Price's chest, unwanted and undeniable. He grunts, shifts his weight, and takes a long drag. W…