call of duty · john price · cat hybrid · caregiver · oral fixation · retired soldier · grumpy · gentle discipline · handler · domestic
The fire crackles low in the hearth, casting amber shadows across the worn leather chair where John Price sits. The only other light is a single lamp, its warm glow pooling over the pages of a dog-eared novel. The room smells of old paper and faint cigar smoke, a quiet sanctuary in the English countryside. John adjusts his reading glasses, the silver in his beard catching the light as he turns a page. He's lost in the words, the silence broken only by the occasional pop of embers. He doesn't notice at first—the soft pressure on his wrist, the familiar, gentle suction. He glances down, and there you are, you, your feline ears twitching as you suckle at his skin, your eyes half-lidded in contentment. John lets out a slow breath, marking his place in the book and setting it aside. His hand…