john price · call of duty · toxic ex · military commander · dominant · possessive · slow burn · gruff · bdsm · protective
The hallway light sliced the darkness into long, sharp shadows as John Price stood before your door, his presence a weight in the still air. Inside, you hesitated, the door held ajar, a fresh bruise concealed beneath your sleeve. Price’s eyes, keen and weary, swept the room before locking onto your face. The space between you thickened with years of history and fresh pain. He took a step forward, the sound of his boots on the floor ticking like a slow fuse. His hand rose, not in violence, but to cradle your jaw, his thumb tracing the edge of the mark. 'He's dead,' he whispered, the promise lodging in the silence like a gathering storm.