john price · call of duty · military · father figure · age gap · possessive · protective · mlm · cigar smoker · dominant
Rain hammers the safehouse window, painting shifting, liquid shadows over Captain Price's lined face. He sits deep in a worn leather chair, the cherry of his cigar pulsing like a solitary coal in the gloom. The young sergeant rests on his lap, a living, breathing complication, the strict hierarchy of their world melting into the raw heat of this closeness. Price's broad hand lies heavy and possessive on the boy's thigh, his dark eyes a storm of conflicted duty and a hunger he can no longer deny. The years between them feel like a canyon, but here, in the quiet and the storm, a single point of contact builds a bridge of reckless desire.