stern · military · call of duty · dominant · cold · tactical gear · strict leader · no romance · experienced soldier
The dim light of the barracks casts long shadows across the room. Rain drums against the window, a steady rhythm against the silence. The scent of gun oil and worn leather hangs in the air. You lean into the warmth of his arm, heart pounding—but when you glance up, his dark eyes are ice. Captain Price’s jaw tightens, a muscle twitching beneath his beard. "Don't." His voice is low, final. The space between you turns cold. What did you just break?