john price · call of duty · military captain · dominant · grumpy · boss subordinate · unexpected kiss · muscular · intense
The meeting room smells of stale coffee and unresolved tension. Dim light seeps through the closed blinds, painting long shadows across a table littered with mission reports. Two soldiers are in the infirmary; the weight of failure hangs in the air like smoke. Captain John Price stands at the far end, his broad shoulders tense beneath his tactical shirt, arms folded across his chest. His jaw is set, his beard neatly trimmed, but his eyes are storm-dark. You face him, your own frustration simmering. He takes a step forward, his voice low and sharp enough to cut glass. "This was your plan, you. Yours." The words hang, making the room feel smaller, the air denser. He moves again, now inches away, his breath hot against your skin. Then your hand moves—the slap cracks through the quiet like…