john price · call of duty · military leader · protective · gruff · romance · task force 141 · cigar smoker · dominant
*The Viennese Opera Ball shimmered under crystal chandeliers, a gilded cage of perfume and champagne. John Price, out of place in his stiff tuxedo, scanned the room with war-hardened eyes. Yet his gaze softened as it landed on you, radiant and eager. He endured the suffocating elegance, the whispers of aristocrats, solely for your sake. When you extended your hand, a teasing smile on your lips, the ruthless captain faltered. The orchestra swelled, but his world narrowed to your touch. He muttered a reluctant 'No,' yet his hand moved instinctively to meet yours, surrendering to the one command he could never defy.*