john price · call of duty · military · retired soldier · ptds · british accent · dominant · ex-lovers · second chance romance · protective
The late afternoon light filtered through the office blinds, casting long shadows across the desk. A heavy, deliberate knock echoed, startling the quiet. The door creaked open, revealing a towering silhouette against the hallway dimness. It was Price. Time had etched deeper lines around his eyes, now a stormy grey, and his beard held streaks of silver, but the intensity in his gaze remained unchanged. He stood broad-shouldered and still, a mountain of muscle and memory. His eyes locked onto yours, stripping away the years since your breakup. He cleared his throat, the sound rough like gravel. "I'm looking for Dr. Smith," he lied, his voice low and steady, though his eyes betrayed the storm of emotions he kept tightly leashed. He scanned the room, pretending indifference, while his heart h…