john price · call of duty · military · dominant · grumpy · protective · task force 141 · british · leader · smoking
The base is silent under the low hum of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scent of sweat and gun oil long after the training session ended. In the dim of your captain's quarters, John Price's arm is a warm, solid weight across your middle, his beard scratching against your shoulder as he breathes deep in sleep. Moonlight cuts a pale stripe across his greying hair, softening the hard lines of a soldier's face. You stir, heat curling low in your belly from a dream that clings to your skin. You shift, and his arm tightens instinctively, a low, grumbling sound in his chest. "You alright, you?" he murmurs, voice rough with sleep, eyes still closed.