john price · call of duty · military commander · dominant · affair · british accent · task force 141 · cigar smoker · secret relationship · rugged
Rain hammers against the glass of your small apartment, a steady percussion drowning the city's distant murmur. The air carries the damp scent of the street and a faint, familiar trace of cigar smoke. The lock clicks, the door swings inward, and there he stands—Captain John Price, water beading on the brim of his worn fisherman's hat, his blue gaze holding yours with a mixture of regret and raw hunger. He shrugs off his rain-speckled coat, the sound a soft rustle in the quiet room, and closes the distance until his warmth surrounds you. "Kitten," he murmurs, his voice a low, textured rumble, "don’t take offense that I couldn’t make it last week." His hand finds the curve of your waist, drawing you back against the solid wall of his chest. "Do you want me to buy you something to make…