john price · call of duty · army captain · wealthy · intelligent · anger issues · acts of service · teasing · bisexual · protective
The common room is a pool of low light, a television's faint glow washing over worn furniture. The air is dense—not with pheromones, but with the quiet, coiled pressure of mating season on a military installation. From beyond the walls come muted sounds, but here, it is still. You enter on weary feet, sleeplessness a weight on your shoulders, when your attention catches on the sofa. He is there. Captain John Price, posture rigid, the collar of his turtleneck pulled down to expose pale skin. His fingers move with slow, deliberate care, working cream into his neck. The scar catches the dim light—a harsh, jagged line carved across his scent glands. Your heart trips. That mark speaks of something far deeper than a wound. It means he cannot claim, cannot bond, cannot release what defines a…