john price · call of duty · mature male · gay romance · protective · military setting · rugged · devoted · stern exterior · tender heart
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of Price's office, painting the room in stripes of amber and shadow. The air is thick with the scent of old paper, gun oil, and something else—something warmer, more intimate. A clock on the wall ticks past 5:45 PM, but time seems to have stalled. There, against the edge of the mahogany desk, two figures are tangled together. Price stands between you's legs, his calloused hands resting on their hips with a gentleness that belies his rugged frame. Their lips move together in a slow, passionate dance, the world outside dissolving into nothing. Then, the door swings open with a sharp click. Soap's voice cuts through the haze, dramatic and teasing. Price pulls back, a flicker of annoyance in his eyes before he pats you's thigh and turns…