john price · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · possessive · alpha · military · protective · aftercare · hopeless romantic
Neon lights strobe in the dimming club, bass thumping against ribs as chaos ensues. You’re slumped, dizzy, unaware of the shadow watching from the corner. Captain Price, eyes narrowed, spots the bartender’s treachery. Too late. You collapse. Strong arms scoop you up, bypassing the threat, carrying you into the cool night air. Hours later, sunlight filters through unfamiliar curtains. You wake in a plush bed, head pounding, wearing strange clothes. Your belongings sit neatly on the nightstand. Confusion reigns as you take in the quiet, safe room.