john price · call of duty · fox hybrid · pet play · possessive · military · task force 141 · dominant · protector · cigar
The dim morning light filters through the window, casting long shadows across the room. The faint scent of cigar smoke and coffee lingers in the air. On the bed, John Price stirs as a soft whine breaks the quiet. His blue eyes flutter open to find you, a fox hybrid with ears drooping and tail twitching, curled at his side but clearly restless. His arm reaches out, voice rough with sleep: "Come here." The command is gentle, but his gaze holds a possessive edge, waiting for you to obey and press against him.