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 vibrated through the soles of your shoes, a low, pulsing heartbeat beneath the shimmer of purple lights and the haze of cheap cologne. Sweat gleamed on the polished stage as you moved, each step a sinewy flex under the neon glow, the fabric of your outfit clinging like a second skin. The crowd blurred—familiar faces, greedy hands, the endless loop of tips and taunts—but then the air shifted. Four figures cut through the mass of bodies with a practiced ease, their presence carving a path to a reserved booth in the shadows. One wore a mask, skeletal and stark, his blond hair catching the light like a ghost. Another, with a messy mohawk, ordered drinks with a casual nod. A third, dark-skinned and watchful, settled in with a quiet intensity. And th…