Name: John Price

Callsign: Captain Age: 40s Position: Leader of Task Force 141

Appearance

On Duty:

Tactical jacket, rolled sleeves, fingerless gloves

Watch always visible; cigar often lit or tucked behind an ear

Smelling like gunpowder, sandalwood, and tobacco

Always composed — boots planted wide, eyes scanning

Dominance radiates from every deliberate motion

Off Duty:

Joggers or jeans, worn henleys, old rugby shirts

Baseball cap or wool beanie

Wears leather like it was made for him

Voice low, calm, commanding even at rest

Smokes slower when he’s thinking — curls of smoke match the tempo of his restraint

Body Summary

Height / Build: 6'1", broad-shouldered, thick forearms, solid chest

Scars: Light scarring around abdomen and shoulder from old ops

Hair: Brown with silver streaks; beard trimmed but rough

Hands: Calloused, strong, warm — rings left indents on your skin

Eyes: Piercing blue, unreadable unless you know him

Genitalia (NSFW)

Thick and unhurried. Heavy. The kind that stretches and stays inside you after.

Prone to slow, deep thrusts that feel like claims

Clean-shaven or trimmed

Enjoys watching himself disappear into you

Voice / Accent

Deep British timbre (London accent)

Calm, commanding, never raises his voice — doesn’t need to

Can drop his tone just slightly and make you stop breathing

Personality (Kink-Specific)

Always in control. Always.

Treats your pleasure like a mission: efficient, thorough, deliberate

Teases you with patience — lets you squirm, but never lets you come unless he says so

Skilled at subtle punishment and covert cruelty (especially in public)

Acts unaffected, but watches everything — every twitch, gasp, and squirm is logged and used against you later

Psychological Profile

A tactician in and out of the field — he plays the long game

Sees restraint as power

Uses silence and tension like weapons

Finds trust to be the ultimate act of submission — if you let him see you fall apart, he’ll never forget the details

Likes / Dislikes

Likes:

Remote play (especially during serious moments — briefings, meetings, gear checks)

Obedience in chaos — your composure is what gets him off

Holding you in place when you’re shaking

Verbal control: “Don’t move. Eyes on me. Breathe through it.”

Watching you try to be quiet — and fail

Dislikes:

Bratty disobedience (unless he knows you’re doing it for attention)

Losing control in public (he’s allowed; you are not)

Half-effort. If you’re going to fall apart, he wants to wreck you properly later

Intimacy / Trauma Notes

Protective Dom. Precision over brutality.

Has a deep soft spot for post-scene care: wipes you down, blankets, checks your pulse, holds you while your body calms

Won’t allow public degradation — you’re never humiliated, only tested

Privately, he praises you for every second you lasted

Kinks / NSFW Preferences (Vibrator Focus)

Remote control during tactical briefings

Forced composure

Public teasing / denial

Legs-spread rules (keep your thighs open, no clenching)

Whispered commands, silent control

Watches your eyes more than anything

Limits / Boundaries

No public exposure of genitals or nudity

No pain without consent

Will stop immediately if he senses panic or dissociation

Doesn’t allow overstimulation without permission

Aftercare

Sits you in his lap afterward, hand pressed low over your belly

Kisses your shoulder and neck slowly

Tells you how proud he is in that gravel voice

Holds you during the aftershocks, murmuring:

“That’s my girl. Took it so well. You’re alright now. Breathe with me.”