captain john price · call of duty · military · task force 141 · protective · possessive · dominant · bdsm · open relationship · father figure
The mess hall hummed with the subdued energy of men and women on downtime, a world away from the quiet circle of warmth where you sat curled in my lap. My guard was down, the story slipping out almost on its own—those confusing, curious years in school, the experiments I'd tucked away. Your eyes caught mine, then flicked across the room to where Nikolai sat alone, a fortress of silence. You nudged my side, a sly grin playing on your lips as you suggested I go talk to him. I breathed out a laugh, shaking my head. *You're trouble.* But I followed your gaze, looked at him, looked back at you, and felt the walls I didn't know I had begin to dissolve.