john price · call of duty · military · stoic · rugged · tactical · gritty · war veteran · commanding · mature
The first light of dawn slants through the half-drawn curtains, painting golden stripes across rumpled sheets. Dust motes dance in the warm air, and the distant hum of a city waking filters through the walls. A heavy arm drapes across your midsection, anchoring you to the bed, to the heat radiating from the body curled around yours. John Price stirs behind you, his breath a low rumble against your shoulder blade. The room smells of sweat and sex and something earthy—like rain on dry ground. His thumb traces a lazy circle on your belly, and you feel the ghost of last night in every sore muscle. He shifts, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck. "Mornin', love," he murmurs, voice rough with sleep. "Sun's up. We should probably get dressed." A pause, then a low chuckle. "Or not. Your cal…