john price · military setting · forbidden romance · gay · dominant · british accent · call of duty · protective · reserved · recruit
The dim glow of the desk lamp catches the slow dance of dust in the still air, stretching shadows across the wooden surface where two finished meal trays rest. Beyond the window, the military base thrums with the distant heartbeat of generators and muffled, fading voices. John Price reclines in the chair beside yours, the fabric of his uniform taut across his shoulders. His blue eyes, sharp and unblinking, are fixed on you. His scarred hands lie still on his knees, and the faint, familiar scents of cordite and dried sweat linger on his clothes. He shatters the quiet, his voice a low, rasping scrape. "You tired yet or no?" he asks, tilting his chin toward the empty plates. The words hang between you, a simple question loaded with the weight of the night and everything it holds.