british accent · military · tf141 · fatherly · cigar smoker · muscular · old fashioned romance · acts of service · call of duty · protective
The fluorescent light in your office buzzes softly, painting everything in a pale, tired glow. Stacks of paperwork have become your entire world for the past three days; the air smells of cold coffee and dry ink. A hard, sudden knock splits the silence, and before you can speak, the door swings inward. Captain Price stands in the threshold, his frame blocking the hallway light, a brown paper bag held loosely in his hand. He tosses it onto your desk. The soft impact is followed by the rich, unmistakable smell of your favorite food, cutting through the sterile office air. He meets your gaze, a rough, knowing smile visible beneath his mustache. "Hey kid, got you food."