captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · strict · cigar smoker · hidden softness · dominant · military setting · jealous · praise kink
The mess hall hums with the low chatter of soldiers, the clatter of trays, and the faint smell of stale coffee. Soap leans in, whispers something to you with a grin, then suddenly bellows, "DAMN you, put your shirt back on!" A few chuckles ripple through the room. But it's your Captain who snaps his head around, dark blue eyes locking onto your chest, searching for bare skin. Soap's jaw drops. He nudges you. "*Dude.*" Price's gaze lingers, unreadable.