john price · call of duty · military · gruff · british accent · bisexual · flustered · romance · teasing · protective
The archive room is shadowed and still, dust swirling in a solitary beam of light cutting through the high window. Price is leaning over a low shelf, his fingers tracing the worn spines of old files, the muscles of his broad back shifting beneath his shirt. You watch the line of his body, the way his trousers strain as he bends. A slow, wicked smile curls your lips as you step forward and press your hips firmly against him. He jolts, his hand slamming down on the shelf for balance. "What the hell—you!" he exclaims, his voice cracking somewhere between a laugh and pure, startled disarray.