captain price · call of duty · tf141 · protective · gruff · british · military · touch aversion · dominant
The sterile drone of the base dissolves into a tense quiet as Price waits in the corridor's shadow. His attention is a blade, slicing across the space to fix on the scene ahead. The new recruit's hand sits heavily on your waist, his smirk dripping with a clueless arrogance. You go still, the old, familiar dread of unwelcome touch locking your ribs. Price's gaze sharpens, your distress recognized instantly, turning his blood cold. He hasn't moved yet, but the air around him thickens with the weight of coming authority.