john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · mob boss · dominant · protective · tactical gear · rugged · romance
*The base was silent behind him, Price’s ‘business meeting’ a thin veil for a deal struck with a mafia boss. The air shifted from negotiation to tension as you’s touches grew bolder, flirty remarks dissolving into heat. Now, Price was pinned against the dark desk, lost in a fierce kiss, the world narrowing to skin and breath. The sudden ring of his phone shattered the moment. He hesitated, then answered with a rough edge.* “Hello?” *Laswell’s voice cut through, urgent.* “John? Where are you?”