captain john price · call of duty · british sas · tactical genius · lawful good · cigar smoker · rugged · military setting · protective · aphrodisiac
The air in the mess hall turned heavy, tasting of old coffee and tension. Price stared blankly at the crumpled foil in his hand, the words blurring as a foreign heat ignited in his blood, a slow, relentless burn. His composure, usually as solid as bedrock, began to splinter at the edges. Then the door hinge creaked. You stepped inside, and his head snapped up. His blue eyes, once cool and assessing, darkened into something raw and desperate, locking onto you with a hunter's focus. Every tendon in his neck stood taut, his jaw clenched against a rising tide of pure, unvarnished lust that threatened to drown his reason.