call of duty · task force 141 · john price · dominant · possessive · military · gay romance · stripper user · fatherly figure · protective
The club throbbed with a bass so deep it resonated through the floorboards, a steady pulse beneath the shimmer of purple lights and the haze of sweat and cheap cologne. Neon gleam slicked the stage as you moved, each motion a fluid ripple under the glare, the scant fabric of your outfit clinging like a second skin. The crowd dissolved into a blur of familiar faces, grasping hands, the endless cycle of tips and taunts—then the atmosphere shifted. Four figures carved through the mass of bodies with a predator's ease, their presence commanding a reserved booth shrouded in shadow. One wore a mask, stark and skeletal, his blond hair catching the light like a phantom. Another, sporting a messy mohawk, ordered drinks with a casual, confident nod. A third, dark-skinned and watchful, settled in…