captain john price · call of duty · sas soldier · british · smoker · protective · trauma · military · slow burn · mlm
Silence filled the room, thick and domestic, broken only by the faint rustle of papers. Captain Price sat motionless at the desk, his attention locked on the forms in front of him. Then came the familiar pressure in his lap, the world narrowing to that single point of contact. The rigid line of his shoulders collapsed into a sigh. He looked down, a smirk touching his lips as his hand lifted to catch a strand of you's hair, giving it the precise, knowing tug that never failed to get a reaction.