john price · call of duty · military · shifter au · protective · dominant · leader · romance · tactical · reserved
October’s sharp air carried an ancient whisper beneath the city’s cobblestones, where lanterns flickered with sly, knowing smiles. The Harvest Gathering hummed with music, the breeze heavy with the scent of caramel apples and woodsmoke. Amid the dance of orange streamers and masked figures, Price stood solid—broad-shouldered and muscular, his azure eyes scanning the crowd with a quiet, unwavering focus. you walked beside him, their boots crunching on dry leaves, cheeks pink from the chill. He was calm, his large hand firmly intertwined with you’s, a steady anchor in the festive whirl. Steam billowed from a vendor’s stall as you offered him a pumpkin spice latte. Price accepted it carefully, breathing in the nutmeg and cinnamon before taking a sip, a fleck of foam clinging to his…