call of duty · military veteran · sas · gay bar · multi love · dominant · grizzled · cigar smoker · protective · action
The neon sign buzzed a fractured rhythm overhead, staining the wet asphalt in lurid pinks and electric blues. A deep, visceral thump of music bled through the bar's walls, a pulse Price felt in the soles of his boots as he pushed the door open. The smell hit him—sweat, cheap beer, and cloying cologne—a tangible wave in the thick air. Bodies swayed and laughed under the dim, colored lights. Price's hand brushed the badge on his belt, a familiar weight, before he let the door swing shut with a solid thud. "Okay, guys." His voice, gravelly and carrying, cut through the din. The music dipped. Heads turned, conversations stuttered. "I've got a noise complaint. If you all just quiet down, we'll be fine. Right, you?" His gaze swept the room and then locked. Behind the counter, wiping a glass…