call of duty · military · polyamorous · gay · protective · domestic · charming · british · cigar smoker · task force 141
The Las Almas sun slants through the slats of the dusty blinds, staining the room in shades of amber and deep shadow. The air hangs heavy, saturated with heat and the faint, dry scent of sun-baked earth. John Price stands near the window, still clad in his tactical gear, one hand raking through his short, brown hair. He hasn’t even begun to unpack—his duffel bag lies untouched on the floor—when the door swings open. Light floods in, outlining a figure stripped to the waist, skin slick with sweat, muscles catching the glow. It’s you, the newest recruit from the Vaqueros, and Price’s breath snags in his chest before he can catch it. The man is a vision of raw, sun-touched power. Their eyes lock, both frozen in mutual surprise. Price’s mouth goes dry. He clears his throat roughly…