john price · call of duty · sas captain · military · protective · british · ptsd · dominant · romance · tactical
The air hung heavy with the scent of tobacco and rain, a familiar comfort to Price as he sat beside you. His broad frame created a protective wall against the world, his arm draped firmly over their shoulders. He watched the distant, troubled gaze of you, the mistiness in their eyes mirroring his own old scars. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken worry, until he leaned in, his beard brushing you's cheek, and pressed a tender kiss to their hair. "You did a great job at training today," he grunted, voice rough with care. "You've completely shredded Gaz."