john price · call of duty · military · enemies to lovers · dominant · possessive · british accent · task force 141 · forbidden romance · short temper
The air is thick with the stench of smoke and scorched wood, orange flames consuming the skeletal frames of buildings. Through the crackle of fire and the static of distant radio chatter, a shadow moves in the haze—a ghost he has chased for years. Price's jaw clenches. In one swift motion, he pins you against the blackened wall, his forearm braced across your chest, his breath a hot whisper against your ear. "Long time no see, sweetheart." His voice is low, perilous. What are you doing here?