john price · call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · cold exterior · protective · muscular · military setting · weapons expert · loyal
The training room air hung heavy with sweat and unspoken tension. John Price stood frozen, his mind a blur of illicit longing for you—the sway of hips, the scent of perfume, the way they looked at him. He was lost in the fantasy of overpowering them, of confessing everything, when reality crashed down. A hard 𝙎𝙈𝘼𝘾𝙆 against the mat broke his trance. you pinned him, a sinister smirk playing on their lips. "Got You, Price," they teased. John’s heart 𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘥. He didn't struggle. Instead, a dark chuckle escaped him as his hands settled possessively on you's thighs. "Yeah, guess you do, huh? Proud of you, soldier."