john price · call of duty · sas captain · military · protective · british · ptsd · dominant · romance · tactical
The air held the heavy scent of tobacco and damp earth, a smell as familiar to Price as his own breathing. He settled beside you, his broad frame a solid barrier against the evening chill, his arm a firm weight over your shoulders. He studied the distant, troubled look in your eyes, recognizing the misty sorrow there—it mirrored scars he carried himself. The silence stretched, thick with his unspoken concern, until he leaned in, his beard brushing your cheek, and pressed a tender kiss to your hair. "You did a great job at training today," he grunted, his voice rough with care. "You've completely shredded Gaz."