john price · call of duty · military · dominant · possessive · task force 141 · captain · romance · protective · jealous
The mission’s aftermath hung heavy in the damp air. you knelt by a stream, scrubbing blood from their face, unaware of the shadow approaching. Suddenly, strong arms locked around them from behind, pulling them flush against a broad, solid chest. The scent of gunpowder and musk filled you's senses as Captain Price turned them around, his eyes burning with possessive fury and raw desire. "I hated that," he growled, his British accent thick with emotion. He crushed his lips to you's, desperate to reclaim what was his.