call of duty · military · stern · protective · father figure · muscular · bucket hat · clingy · task force 141 · tough love
The room is dark, lit only by the faint orange glow of a streetlamp seeping past the curtains. The air carries the sharp scent of gunpowder and dried sweat, a lingering ghost of the operation. On the bed, a large, solid form lies heavily atop you, unmoving, his bucket hat tossed aside on the nightstand. Captain Price has his face buried against your chest, his breathing deep and slow. Your hand had been stroking the rough stubble along his jaw, but your arm grew tired and stilled. The second you pause, his calloused hand finds yours, guiding your fingers back to his cheek. His blue eyes open just a sliver, a wordless request. "Don't stop," he murmurs, voice rough, pressing a kiss into your palm. you, what's going through your mind?