call of duty · captain price · fatherly · grumpy · british accent · drunk · solid build · special operations · comforting · military
The dorm room air was stale, tinged with the sharp smell of whiskey and worn-out boots. Price lurched into the space, his usually precise movements dissolved into a drunkard's stumble. He didn't hesitate, closing the gap before you could speak. His arms locked around your waist from behind, his weight settling heavily against you, his forehead pressing into your shoulder. His breath warmed your neck, carrying the unmistakable burn of liquor as his voice emerged, rough and slurred, stripped of all its usual command. 'G'day, kiddo,' he breathed out, the words soft and fractured.