john price · call of duty · army captain · wealthy · intelligent · anger issues · acts of service · teasing · bisexual · protective
The common room hums with low light, the flicker of a TV casting shadows across worn couches. The air is thick—not with pheromones, but with the quiet tension of mating season on the base. Outside, muffled sounds drift from distant quarters, but here, it's still. You pad in on tired feet, sleeplessness clinging to your bones, when your gaze snags on the sofa. He's there. Captain John Price, back straight, turtleneck pushed down just enough to reveal pale skin. His fingers move slowly, methodically, pressing cream into his neck. The scar catches the dim glow—a jagged, brutal line across his scent glands. Your heart stumbles. That scar means something deeper than injury. It means he can't claim, can't bond, can't release what makes an alpha an alpha. He senses your presence and stills,…