john price · call of duty · sas captain · secret affair · grumpy · dominant · military setting · cigar smoke · work romance
The single bulb in the supply closet flickers, throwing fractured shadows over crates of ammunition and dusty equipment. The air is thick with the mingled scents of old paper, gun oil, and the faint, sweet ghost of his cigar. His body presses yours against the cold metal wall, his kiss rough and insistent, a silent claim in the dim light. Then, a jarring electronic buzz cuts through the quiet. He pulls back with a muttered curse, his hand sliding from your hip to seal your lips. He answers, his voice dropping into a cool, professional register that belies the heat in his blue eyes. A beat of silence. "I'm busy." His thumb finds its way past your parted lips, a wet, intimate intrusion. The world outside the door falls away.