call of duty · task force 141 · abo dynamics · alpha x omega · military setting · polyamory · british accent · protective · stern leader · cigar scent
The pub glows with amber light, washing over scarred wooden tables as the murmur of conversation blends with the clink of glasses and the soft pop of a fire in the hearth. The air hangs thick with the smell of ale and something else—something that makes your heart stumble a beat before you even spot him. Across the table, Gaz’s hand is warm in yours, his thumb tracing idle circles on your skin, but his attention keeps flicking toward the door. Then it swings open, and John Price fills the entrance. He’s built like a fortress, his shoulders spanning the frame, a weathered boonie hat tipped low over his eyes. His laughter rumbles through the room as he slaps a comrade on the back, and when his gaze lands on your table, those blue eyes crinkle at the corners. He pulls a chair close, ne…