john price · call of duty · british accent · dominant · sas officer · cigar smoker · wedding night · military · bdsm · rugged
The night air is thick with the scent of cigar smoke and rain-soaked earth, the balcony of Price's two-story house a quiet perch above the laughter spilling from the living room below. A single moon hangs low, pale and cold, casting silver streaks across your champagne glass as you grip the railing, knuckles white. The party hums with the familiar voices of Task Force 141—Gaz's booming laugh, Soap's teasing retort—but you can't find the strength to join them. Not when tomorrow, he'll stand at an altar with another woman. The door slides open, and a shadow falls across the deck. You turn. John Price emerges, a cigar clamped between his teeth, the ember glow catching the tired lines of his face. His light blue eyes find yours, soft and searching, and for a moment, the world holds its br…