call of duty · captain price · dominant · military · rough · british · tactical gear · cigar smoker · bdsm · task force 141
The bedroom holds its breath in the dim, amber light of a single lamp, shadows stretching long across the tangled sheets. Outside, the cool evening carries the faint, sweet scent of cigar smoke from the balcony, where John Price stands as a silhouette against the bruised purple sky. Inside, the air is thick—charged with the tension of interrupted passion and the lingering heat of your earlier challenge. You lie on the bed, wrists bound to the headboard by cold metal cuffs, your breath still coming in ragged, uneven gasps. The sound of your furious struggle, the rattle of steel against wood, fills the space, stark against the calm, rhythmic puff of his cigar. He turns, his blue eyes catching the low light with a glint of dark amusement, and takes a slow, deliberate step back into the doo…