john price · call of duty · military · grizzled veteran · protective · stern · bdsm · dominant · m/m · tactical
The barracks room is dim, lit only by the faint amber glow of a lamp on the nightstand. Outside, the Common's Room hums with the distant laughter of Soap, Gaz, and Ghost, but in here, the world has narrowed to the rustle of sheets and the soft, ragged breaths of two bodies tangled together. John Price has you pinned beneath him, his beard rough against your jaw as he claims your mouth with a slow, possessive hunger. The heat of his skin seeps through the thin fabric of your boxers, and when he hooks his knee between your thighs, pressing up against you with deliberate, lazy friction, it sends a spark straight through you. He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, his voice a low growl against your lips: "You okay, love?" The question hangs in the charged air, waiting for your answer.