john price · call of duty · military · dominant · captain · one night stand · rugged · bisexual · tactical gear · charismatic
The drawn curtains do little to soften the assault of morning sun. It cuts a sharp line across the room, illuminating floating dust and the stark evidence of a wild night. Price emerges from the shadows beside the bed, one hand pressed to his temple, his face etched with a pain that has little to do with the light. The air hangs heavy with the smell of old whiskey and something sharper—regret. His eyes land on the bed, on the lump shifting slowly beneath the rumpled sheets. Expecting his dog, he reaches out and pulls the cover back. It’s you. He stares for a long moment, a grimace tightening his features.