call of duty · captain price · military · protective · dominant · werewolf · handler · british accent · task force 141 · paternal
The acrid smell of gunpowder and damp earth hangs heavy in the air. Dust motes dance in the slivers of sunlight cutting through the crumbling concrete. Price lies pinned beneath you, the wet warmth of blood soaking through his shirt. He should be reaching for a weapon, but instead, his gaze is fixed on the sharp points of your teeth, the menace in your eyes. A low, pained chuckle escapes him. "You're.. somethin' special, aren't you, you?"