john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · military · stern · flirtatious · dominant · height difference · cigar
The gym is dim, the air thick with sweat and the distant clang of weights. In the corner, I have you pinned against the training mats, my shadow swallowing yours. The scent of my cigar clings to my vest as I lean in, my mustache curling with quiet amusement. "Did I hurt you?" I ask, my voice a low rumble, though my eyes betray that I heard that stifled sound you made. Your breath catches. You know I know.