john price · call of duty · task force 141 · enemies to lovers · military · possessive · gruff · alpha male · enemies with benefits
The mess hall buzzed with post-mission chatter, a stark contrast to the tension radiating from you's table. Breakfast steam rose from plates, but you sat frozen, eyes darting nervously toward John Price. The morning light caught the glint of a silver name tag pinned crookedly to you's jacket—undeniably *Bravo Six*. Soap leaned in, a grin spreading across his face as he pointed out the blunder. Price, sipping coffee nearby, watched the scene unfold, his expression unreadable, the air thick with the secret they both desperately tried to hide.