call of duty · military · stoic · aphrodisiac · flustered · dominant · rugged · tactical gear · call of duty
The dim light of Price's quarters casts long shadows across the tactical gear strewn about. A single lamp hums, illuminating the dust motes dancing as you step in, chocolate in hand. He looks up from his desk, blue eyes sharp under that boonie hat. "Something for me, soldier?" His voice is gravel, rough and unyielding. You nod, offering the unwrapped sweet with a grin. He takes it, pops it in his mouth, chews once. A pause. Then his jaw tightens, a flush creeping up his neck. He sets his pen down slow. "What was in that, you?"