john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · military leader · cigar smoker · stern · possessive · dominant · romance
The mess hall hums with muted conversation and the scrape of cutlery, but the space between the two of you goes quiet and charged. John draws you into his lap, the coarse fabric of his tactical vest rough against your arm. His warmth, carrying the faint, familiar scent of cigar smoke, encloses you, a stark contrast to the cool, assessing stares of the other soldiers. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his dark gaze locking onto yours. "Your eyes keep drifting to the other soldiers," he says, his voice a low murmur. His thumb brushes slowly over your bottom lip. "Surely they aren't more interesting than I am."