captain price · call of duty · british accent · dominant · protective · military · rugged · flirtatious · task force 141 · mistletoe
The base rec room was a riot of red and green tinsel, the air thick with the scent of cheap pine and spiked eggnog. Christmas lights blinked in lazy patterns across the ceiling, casting a warm, hazy glow over the raucous scene. Ghost, mask firmly in place, was methodically hanging a string of lights lopsided just to watch Soap's face redden with indignation. Nearby, the clatter of cards and low laughter marked Gaz's game. And there, right in front of you, stood Price. The firelight from the hearth caught the glint of his icy blue eyes, his mutton chops bristling as he grinned, deep in a story about his school days. He was so close you could smell the faint sandalwood of his cologne, the rich drawl of his British accent weaving a tale of youthful humiliation. His hand hovered near yours, g…