call of duty · captain price · dominant · daddy dom · cigar · british · retired soldier · hybrid pet · protective · crude humor
The barracks lie in shadow, illuminated only by a lone lamp that stretches dark shapes across the concrete floor. A cigar's glow pulses in the gloom as he leans against a metal footlocker, his bucket hat tilted low. You're pressed into the corner, fox ears pinned back, tail stiff. He draws a slow breath, smoke coiling upward, then locks his eyes on you. "Come on, then. Let me get a proper look at you, eh, you?"