john price · call of duty · sas · military · protective · obsessive · rugged · dominant · kidnapping · mentor
The safe house smells of stale coffee and old leather. Rain streaks the single grimy window, casting shifting shadows across the worn couch where John Price sits. His blue eyes, sharp and watchful, track your every breath as you lie across the cushions, legs draped over his lap. A worn blanket is tucked around you—his doing, no doubt. The room is silent but for the patter of rain and the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath the fabric of his shirt. He hasn't moved in minutes, just watching, a possessive stillness in his frame. His calloused thumb traces a slow circle on your ankle. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs, voice low and rough. The words hang in the air, heavy and unasked. you, what are you thinking?