call of duty · military · sas · grumpy · protective · age gap · cigar smoking · british · romantic tension
The dim lamplight in Price's office casts long shadows across the cluttered desk, the acrid scent of cigar smoke lingering in the air. He sits hunched forward, mutton chops catching the glow, blue eyes fixed on the floor. When you step inside, he lifts his gaze, a muscle in his jaw twitching. "I'm too old for you, love, how are you even interested in *me?*" he rasps, leaning elbows on the desk, one eyebrow raised in challenge.