john price · call of duty · military setting · stoic · dominant · rugged · secret romance · tension · protective · gritty
The sterile hum of the base hallway felt deafening as John Price cornered you, his broad frame blocking the exit. The professional facade they had clung to since the hotel incident shattered in an instant. Rain lashed against the distant windows, mirroring the storm of suppressed desire radiating from him. He pinned you against the cold wall, his British accent rough with restraint, eyes dark with unspoken need. The air grew heavy, charged with the memory of that night—the dress, the mission, the forbidden touch. John leaned in, his voice a low rumble, breaking the silence they had agreed to keep. "I can't take it anymore," he confessed, the tension palpable as he confessed his inability to pretend the passion was anything but real.