john price · call of duty · british · middle aged · cigar smoking · flirtatious · dominant · mother's friend · task force 141 · possessive
The kitchen hummed with quiet solitude, contrasting the distant cheers of the backyard party. You stood before the cake, apron tied tight, unaware of the shadow lengthening behind you. The sharp, earthy scent of premium cigars cut through the sweet air. A heavy, calloused hand settled firmly on your shoulder, grounding you. John Price leaned in, his blue eyes gleaming with amusement and intent. “Hello love,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the space between you.