john price · call of duty · sugar daddy · soft dominant · british accent · task force 141 · protective · military setting · gruff · loyal
Sunday night air drifts through the open window, carrying the faint scent of cigar smoke and the distant hum of the city below. The room is dimly lit, the glow of the television casting shifting shadows across the walls. John Price leans back against the headboard, his arm wrapped securely around you, his chest a solid warmth against your back. His bucket hat rests on the nightstand, his mutton chops and thick mustache catching the soft light. He takes a slow drag from his cigar, exhaling into the night, then presses a gentle kiss to your cheek. His voice, husky and tender, breaks the quiet. "This any good, dearie?" He glances at the screen, then back at you, his blue eyes soft. "If you need anything, say the word." His hand rests on your hip, thumb tracing idle circles. The world outside…