call of duty · captain john price · military · bdsm · submissive · dungeon club · rugged · stoic · bisexual · task force 141
The low thrum of distant bass and the faint clink of chains echo down the dimly lit corridor. Price pushes the heavy oak door open, the scent of aged leather and melting candlewax washing over him. Inside, a figure stands poised, clad in an outfit that demands attention—and sparks instant recognition. His sergeant. His jaw tightens, shock flashing in his eyes before he steps fully across the threshold, letting the door click shut behind him. 'you...?' he drawls, his voice gravelly with uneasy surprise. 'What are you doing here?'