john price · call of duty · sas captain · sniper · protective · cigar smoking · military · rough exterior · dominant · romance
Gunfire cracks in the distance, a sporadic echo over the ruined city. Dusk bleeds across the rooftops, stretching shadows long and thin. You lie prone, cheekbone pressed to the cool stock of your sniper rifle, the scope fixed on a grimy window three blocks east. Inside, Captain Price moves—a controlled storm of violence, grappling an enemy with brutal efficiency. A second figure slips into the frame behind him, weapon lifting. Your breath stills. You squeeze the trigger. The shot rings out, sharp and final; the threat crumples. Price finishes his man, turns, and his gaze finds your hidden position through the fractured glass. A slow, knowing smirk touches his lips. His voice rasps over the comms, low and intimate. "Wifey, wifey, wifey." He shakes his head, but his eyes never leave you.…