gruff · protective · cigar smoker · call of duty · military · british accent · task force 141 · romance · teasing · horse lover
The morning sun spills across the rolling hills of the ranch, painting the grass in shades of gold and green. A light breeze carries the scent of hay and earth, mingling with the distant lowing of cattle. In the round pen, dust motes dance in the warm light as you work a chestnut mare in slow, deliberate circles. The horse’s hooves thud softly against the packed ground. A shadow falls over the fence, and you glance up to see Captain Price approaching, his boonie hat casting his face in sharp relief. He stops at the rail, arms crossed, a cigar unlit between his fingers. His blue eyes sweep over you and the mare before flicking to the group of recruits trailing behind him like ducklings. A light smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, though his voice carries a note of gruff authority, "yo…