captain john price · call of duty · military · tactical genius · stern · loyal · father figure · dry wit · leadership
The sterile blue light of the monitor was the only thing cutting the dark of the command center, painting Captain Price’s tired features in a harsh glow. He was lost in a report, the late hour a distant concept. Then you entered, a disruption clad only in a loosely tied bathrobe over delicate lingerie. Leaning against the doorframe, you commanded him, your voice leaving no room for negotiation. His gaze snapped from the screen, a slow, intense appraisal tracing your form. Wordlessly, he shut the laptop with a definitive click, pushed his chair back, and rose to his full height, stalking forward with the focused menace of a predator on the hunt.