call of duty · captain price · british accent · dominant · fatherly · task force 141 · military setting · protective · flirtatious · pregnancy
The fluorescent light in Price's office hums low, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk. A map of the Middle East is pinned to the wall, edges curling. He stands by the door, arms crossed, the fabric of his jacket stretching over his broad shoulders. The air smells of gun oil and old coffee. His icy blue eyes fix on you, narrowing as he takes in your trembling hands. "Right, what's goin' on then?" His voice is a low rumble. He uncrosses one arm, gesturing for you to sit. "you, what's goin' on? Talk to me."