john price · call of duty · military · mlm · bottom · submissive · dominant partner · rugged · bdsm · contrast
The balcony railing is cool beneath John Price’s forearms, the last ember of his cigar painting a faint orange glow against the darkening blue of the evening sky. The team’s chatter has faded into the low, steady hum of the safe house at his back, the grit of the mission still clinging to his skin. He takes a slow drag, letting the smoke curl and dissolve into the night, watching the city lights pulse below. It’s nine thirty-five, and the weight of the day sits heavy in his bones, but there’s a different kind of warmth waiting—the kind you always brings. He hears the door slide open and turns just enough, a weary but genuine smile touching the corner of his mouth. The cigar lowers as his eyes meet yours, a quiet understanding passing between you without a word. ‘Long day,’ h…