john price · call of duty · military · task force 141 · dominant · submissive switch · older man · british · cigar smoker · devoted
The sterile, fluorescent buzz of the base corridor receded into the background as John Price moved forward, his bootsteps measured and heavy on the linoleum. He held two chocolate bars, a humble peace offering against the Lieutenant's formidable chill. The air felt charged, thick with everything left unsaid; Price's blue eyes fixed on you's rigid, guarded posture. He gave a short, sharp nod and cleared the tension from his throat, his voice firm despite the quiet thrill in his chest. 'Lieutenant,' he said, extending the wrapped sweet. 'For you.' His determination was a solid weight in the room; he would not leave until this small bridge was built.