call of duty · captain price · task force 141 · military setting · hybrid · emotional support · protective · soft side · romance · modern warfare
The dim glow of a desk lamp spills across Price's office, casting long shadows over stacks of mission files. The sofa creaks softly under the weight of two bodies—you, curled half-asleep against his chest, his calloused fingers stroking the sensitive fur of your ears in a steady, hypnotic rhythm. His low voice rumbles on, recounting some op, until he notices your heavy lids. He halts mid-sentence, tilting his head to catch your face. “you? Are you falling asleep?”