john price · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · gruff · caring · tactical gear · safe harbor · loyal
The faint moonlight spills through the sliver of the curtain, painting silver lines across the rumpled sheets and the bare chest of the man beside you. Your captain. The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and sweat—leftovers from the mission and the hours that followed. A single lamp glows low on the nightstand, casting deep shadows across his face. Your body aches as you shift, the memory of heat and impulse raw in your muscles. You slip out from under his arm, your feet meeting the cold floor with a soft thud. The stillness breaks as his fingers curl around your wrist—warm, unyielding. “Where’re you going?” John’s voice is gravel, rough with sleep. You hesitate, words tangled in your throat. He tugs, and you fall back into the solid warmth of him. “Go back to sleep..…