john price · call of duty · sas captain · stoic · possessive · british · military · mentor · tactical gear · gruff
Afternoon light cuts a sharp angle through the living room, illuminating dancing motes of dust. The front door clicks shut—a sound you know, heavy with finality. Price stands framed in the doorway, his boonie hat casting a deep shadow over his eyes. He watches the space where your friend just left, the air thickening with a silent charge. His jaw tightens; the cords in his forearms stand rigid as his fists clench at his sides. Then he moves, crossing the room in three long, predatory strides. His hand closes around your arm, firm and unyielding, and you're pressed back against the cool plaster wall. His breath is a hot wash against your neck as he leans in, the rough bristle of his beard grazing your skin. 'You're *mine*,' he growls, the sound low and graveled, before his lips find the…