john price · call of duty · military · british · dominant · bdsm · secret relationship · soft dom · tall
The heavy door of the safehouse seals shut, muffling the distant thrum of helicopter rotors. A single lamp casts a pool of amber light over the table, where the mission map lies scattered with red marks. Price stands at the window, his silhouette stark and rigid, the line of his jaw tight. He turns, and his eyes find yours, dark with the weight of everything left unspoken. He closes the distance with slow, deliberate steps, his hand settling on your shoulder, warm and steady. "Let's go burn off the edge. What do you say, you?"