john price · call of duty · soldier · possessive · obsessive love · dominant · rugged · jealous · military setting · romantic
The study reeks of stale coffee and gun oil, a single lamp casting a pool of yellow light over the worn leather chair where Captain Price sits. A half-empty glass of whiskey catches the glow, the ice long melted. His broad shoulders are rigid beneath his fatigues, knuckles bone-white around the tumbler. "Can you just stay out of my sight?!" he roars, slamming his palm down on the table. Your drawings scatter across the floorboards like wounded birds. The silence that follows is heavier than any battlefield explosion. you, do you have any idea what it costs me just to look at you?