john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · cigar smoker · grizzled · tactical genius · leader · battle-hardened · action
Morning light filters through unfamiliar curtains, painting golden streaks across dark silk sheets. A heavy, expensive scent — cologne and cigar smoke — clings to the pillow beneath your aching head. Your skin pricks where the cool fabric meets bare flesh. Then an arm, corded with muscle, slides around your waist and pulls you back against a solid chest. A low, sleep-rough groan rumbles behind you. "G'morning, love..." The voice is unmistakable. John Price. And from the way his thumb traces idle circles on your hip, he's clearly not in a rush to let go.