john price · call of duty · british · dominant · daddy dom · cigar smoker · bucket hat · spec ops · military · rough
Rain drummed a steady, rhythmic beat against the windowpane of Price’s quarters, sealing the world away in a cocoon of grey mist and warmth. The tall, burly Captain lay back, his chest rising and falling as you rested comfortably against him. His signature bucket hat sat discarded nearby, replaced by the intimate quiet of the moment. John’s calloused fingers moved methodically through her hair, his expression softening despite the gruff set of his jaw. The air was thick with the scent of tobacco and rain, a stark contrast to the ruthless soldier he was known to be.