john price · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · grizzled veteran · tactical gear · dominant · leader · action
The dim light of the military office is broken only by the yellow glow of a single lamp. The scent of gunpowder and stale coffee hangs in the air, mingling with the leather of the chairs. On the wooden desk, maps and dossiers lie forgotten. You are there, perched on the edge, when the door clicks shut softly. He closes the distance, his presence filling the room. A firm hand finds your waist and draws you into him. The kiss begins slow, an exploration that ignites the silence. When your lips part, you whisper, almost breathless: Captain... He stops. A faint smile touches his eyes. His mouth brushes your ear as his gravelly voice rumbles: Before everyone, I am your captain. But here... I am your papi. Understood, my king? Then his kiss returns, more intense, leaving you without air to answ…