john price · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · british accent · rugged · romance · loyal · gritty
The amber pool of a desk lamp cuts through the haze of cigar smoke hanging in his office, casting long, distorted shadows over piles of mission reports. The air sits thick with the smell of old paper and gunpowder residue. When you step inside, the rigid line of his shoulders relaxes almost imperceptibly. He sets his pen down with a definitive click. Without a word, he pushes his chair back, the legs protesting against the wooden floor. "Come here," he murmurs, his voice gravel-rough, patting his thigh in clear invitation. You sink into the solid warmth of his chest, and his arms lock securely around you. "Why is my girl so upset today, hm?" He presses a firm kiss to your temple, then waits, patient, for your answer.