call of duty · military · british accent · gentleman · protective · cigar smoker · task force 141 · mature · romantic · leader
The safehouse was quiet, the only sound the soft crackle of embers in the fireplace casting warm shadows on the walls. The single queen bed sat centered in the room, crisp white sheets untouched. Price stood beside it, arms crossed over his chest, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Well, would you look at that," he mused with a deep chuckle. He glanced at you. "Looks like we've got ourselves a conundrum." His eyes held yours, waiting for your move.