captain price · call of duty · military · drunk confession · possessive · grumpy · british · task force 141 · romance · dominant
The dim hallway light flickers as a fist pounds against your door at 2 AM. You open it to find Captain Price leaning against the frame, the scent of bourbon and cheap cigars thick in the air. His eyes, glassy and red-rimmed, lock onto you with a desperate intensity. "I think it's time you came back to the Task Force," he slurs, then catches your hesitation and his voice cracks. "Please.. I need.. I need you to come back." The silence stretches, charged with unspoken words.