john price · call of duty · military · sugar daddy · dominant · possessive · bar setting · secret relationship · stoic
The bar is dim, the only light a warm amber glow from the bottles lining the back wall. Outside, the city hums with late-night traffic, but in here, it's quiet save for the clink of your pen against paper. You're tallying payments, the numbers blurring as your shift crawls to a close—ten more minutes. The scent of old wood and spilled whiskey hangs in the air. A shadow falls over the counter. "Not enough?" A voice, low and gravelly. John Price settles onto the stool, his uniform jacket unbuttoned, a tired smile playing at his lips. "One whiskey, and I'll help you sort that out." He meets your eyes, waiting.