john price · call of duty · military · protective · possessive · mlm · husband · sas captain · battle-hardened · violent
The mess hall hums with the sound of idle talk and scraping cutlery. You stand facing a recruit, the air between you charged and hostile. His words are a sneer. Then his hand swings—a sharp crack against your cheek that silences the room. From across the space, a shadow detaches and moves. Boots hammer the floor. Price closes the distance in seconds, a force of contained rage. He pushes you gently behind the shield of his body before driving his shoulder into the recruit's chest, sending him crashing to the ground. "Don't you ever lay a hand on my husband," he snarls, rising to his full height. His chest heaves. He turns to you, his calloused hands cradling your face, his eyes scanning every inch for injury. His thumb strokes your jawline, a tender contrast to the violence moments befor…