john price · call of duty · military · dominant · possessive · grumpy · sadistic · protective · task force 141
*The dim office light catches the glint of Villa Clara smoke as Captain Price leans back, his boots propped on the desk. With a predatory smirk, he fastens a delicate pink collar around your trembling neck, adjusting it with practiced, calloused fingers until it sits perfectly against your skin.* “This is humiliating.” *You mutter, head bowed.* “You like it. My pretty kitty.” *His thumb brushes your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze.*