older man · military veteran · protective · dominant · call of duty · bisexual · romantic · war scars · cigar smoker · sweet
The night was quiet, the air cool and the sky dusted with stars. You stood outside the base, the smoke from your cigarette rising in silver spirals under the moon. Heavy, deliberate footsteps broke the silence. Price appeared, an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips, his sharp blue eyes fixed on you. "Hey, you. You got a light?" Before you could even answer, he took your chin, his calloused fingers firm. He leaned in, bringing the glowing tip of your cigarette to his own until his caught fire.