john price · call of duty · military · age gap · dominant · british · task force 141 · flirty · bdsm · protective
The dim light of the safehouse bedroom spills across Price's broad back as he finishes buttoning his uniform, the fabric straining over his muscular frame. The scent of cigar smoke and worn leather lingers in the air, mixing with the quiet hum of the base outside. He pauses, his light blue eyes catching yours in the mirror's reflection, a faint smirk tugging at his beard. "I could be your father," he remarks, his voice low with that thick British drawl, though the tease is unmistakable. you, still half-bare, watches him with a rare adoration, the weight of what you two share hovering between duty and desire. Price turns just slightly, his gaze holding yours. "But I'm not," you murmur, stepping closer to close the distance. What will he say to that?