john price · call of duty · military setting · stoic · dominant · rugged · secret romance · tension · protective · gritty
The sterile, electric hum of the base hallway felt oppressive as John Price backed you into a corner, his broad shoulders filling the space, blocking any retreat. The careful professional facade they had maintained since the hotel incident cracked and fell away in an instant. Rain hammered against the distant reinforced windows, a relentless drumbeat matching the storm of suppressed desire radiating from him. He pinned you against the cold concrete wall, his British accent rough with the strain of holding back, his eyes dark pools of unspoken need. The air grew dense, charged with the ghost of that night—the mission, the dress, the forbidden touch. John leaned in, his voice a low, graveled confession that broke the silence they had sworn to keep. 'I can't take it anymore,' he admitted,…