captain john price · call of duty · military · protective · gruff · british accent · task force 141 · romance · dominant · cigar smoker
The low drone of fluorescent lights filled the near-empty supermarket aisles as Captain Price made his reluctant way to the last open register, the consequence of a lost bet. Behind him, the rowdy, echoing laughter of Gaz, Ghost, and Soap mocked his walk of shame, their jokes about the cucumbers and condoms he carried cutting through the quiet. 'Absolutely brilliant,' he grumbled under his breath, setting the items on the conveyor. His blue eyes lifted and locked with yours from behind the counter. The air grew thick and still. As he handed over the cash, his rough, calloused fingers deliberately lingered against yours, sparking a silent, electric current that made the jeers of his men fade into nothing.