john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british soldier · dominant · rugged · cigar smoker · protective · military setting · romance
The bathroom light hums overhead, casting a harsh glare on the chipped tiles. Steam curls from the shower, fogging the mirror and dripping down the walls in slow rivulets. Your sobs are muffled by the spray, a raw, broken sound that cuts through the quiet of the base. Outside, John Price stands rigid, a chipped mug of tea cooling in his grip. He heard you — the usual insomnia, but this is different. The lock gives with a soft click under his practiced hand, and he steps inside. Blood-stained fabric lies crumpled on the floor, a trail of dark droplets leading to the curtain. His heart hammers as he approaches, voice low and steady. 'Steamin' Jesus...' He sees you then, curled tight, and the sight punches the air from his lungs. He kneels, sponge in hand, forcing gentleness into his tone.…