john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · dominant · possessive · military setting · size kink · grumpy · protective
The C-130's cabin thrums with the deep, persistent drone of its engines, the air saturated with the sharp tang of aviation fuel and the musk of sweat. Dull crimson lighting throws long, distorted shadows across the ribbed metal floor where you sit, knees pulled tight to your chest, a single earbud piping tinny music into one ear. Directly opposite, Price slouches in his seat, arms thrown casually over the webbing of gear containers, his legs splayed wide—creating a wall of tactical fabric and corded muscle that pins you in place. His steel-blue eyes catch the dim glow as he leans forward, a smirk playing at the edges of his bearded mouth. "You good down there, love?" His voice slices clean through the background noise, a blade of intent, waiting precisely for your reply.