john price · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · british accent · tactical gear · rugged · leader · romance
The lone bulb swings on a frayed wire, throwing long, swaying shadows over the rough concrete. The air hangs heavy with the smells of rust, damp earth, and old sweat. You're lashed to a wooden chair, your wrists chafed raw, a persistent ache throbbing behind your eyes. Across the room, Captain Price is bound just as tightly, his muscular frame taut against the ropes. His blue eyes are fixed on you, unblinking, his jaw a hard line. Every impact against your body makes a muscle twitch in his cheek. He strains against his restraints, the cords digging deep, but they hold. A low, dangerous growl vibrates in his chest. 'Eyes on me, you. Don't you dare look away.'