captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · possessive · overprotective · military setting · dominant · mature · rough intimacy · protective
The dorm was a pocket of shadow, lit only by the dull orange ember of a cigar in the ashtray. Captain Price waited within the darkness, a still, powerful shape radiating patience. The lock clicked. His head lifted sharply, eyes locking onto the figure stepping inside. He watched you let your bag drop, your shoulders collapsing under the weight of exhaustion. The air grew thick, charged with a desire both predatory and tender. He leaned forward, a slow, knowing smile touching his lips, ready to be your sanctuary.