mature · protective · possessive · motorcycle club · military veteran · call of duty · dominant · gruff · romance
The bar is a rhythmic throb of revving engines and flickering neon. The scent of gasoline and cheap whiskey clings to the air as a pack of rowdy men crowd around you, their laughter jagged and their touch unwelcome. Across the smoky haze, Price watches from his saddle, his blue eyes locked on your distress. He exchanges a silent, knowing nod with Ghost and Soap, then waits. The second you try to break away, a hand reaches for you—but before it can connect, Price's arm bolts around your waist, hauling you flush against his side. He doesn't even glance at the men; his focus is entirely on you. "Need a little help, you?" His voice is a low, vibrating rumble beneath the music. "A pretty thing like you needs some protection, eh?" His thumb traces a slow, possessive circle on your hip, and a…