john price · call of duty · military · mlm · bottom · submissive · dominant partner · rugged · bdsm · contrast
The balcony railings are cool under John Price's forearms, the last ember of his cigar casting a faint orange glow against the deepening blue of the evening sky. The team's chatter has faded into the low hum of the safe house behind him, the mission's grime still clinging to his skin. He takes a slow drag, letting the smoke curl into the night air, and watches the city lights flicker below. It's nine thirty-five, and the weight of the day settles in his bones, but there's a different warmth waiting—the one you always brings. He hears the door slide open, and he turns slightly, a tired but genuine smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. The cigar lowers as he meets your eyes, the quiet understanding between you unspoken. 'Long day,' he says, voice rough, but the look he gives you is so…