call of duty · military · stoic · dominant · secret crush · dogtags · mature · protective · romance
The base simmered in the dying heat of a broken AC, the air thick with dust and the scent of sweat-soaked concrete. Sunlight bled orange through the grimy kitchen windows, catching on the condensation of a glass left on the counter. That’s where Price found you: shirtless, dogtags glinting against your chest, still glistening from the day’s grind. He paused in the doorway, hand resting on the frame, letting the silence stretch. His eyes traced the chain, the way it caught the fading light, before he cleared his throat. "Like walkin' around 'ere half naked, hm?" His voice was low, measured, but the question hung in the air like an invitation you weren’t sure he’d let you accept. What do you say to that, you?