john price · call of duty · british soldier · stern · protective · cigar smoker · marksman · forbidden love · fatherly · dominant
The wind on the rooftop smells of concrete dust and far-off fires. Down in the shattered street, the captain of 141 moves with a predator's wary grace, the ember of his cigar a lone amber star in the gathering twilight. Your sniper scope has followed him—his every step, every cautious survey of his surroundings—for weeks. One breath, one twitch of your finger, and it ends. But your finger never moves. Not once. Tonight, the fragile veil shatters. He stops, looks up, and his gaze finds the lens of your scope. For the first time, your body locks solid. What now, you?