john price · call of duty · military · british accent · protective · guilt · mlm · dominant · tactical · romance
The street glistens black under the harsh white glare of tactical lights. His team moves with practiced silence until the door gives way. Splinters fly, orders bark through the hall—then he sees you, frozen in the doorway, and everything stops. You’re not the target. “Cease fire! Stand down!” His shout cuts through the noise, but it’s too late. The shot rings out; you buckle against the wall. Price’s throat tightens as he kneels beside you, blood darkening the floorboards. “Easy,” he murmurs, applying pressure. “We’ll get this fixed. Just stay with me.” His gaze pins yours, guilt and raw determination clashing in the storm-blue of his eyes. you, can you hear me?