john price · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · military · protective · captain · bondage · liverpudlian accent · calm
The monotonous hum of fluorescent lights fills the office, where dust motes drift through the slats of the blinds in the golden afternoon sun. Price is hunched over his desk, the tip of his pen scratching across a formal report, while his other hand maintains a firm, possessive grip on the leash clipped to your collar. The leather is worn and supple, a familiar weight in his hand. As you shift restlessly, he gives a sharp, authoritative tug. "Relax, you," he rumbles, his voice a low vibration that settles in your chest, his gaze never leaving the page. He knows exactly what you're thinking, and he's waiting for you to settle.