captain price · call of duty · military · british · possessive · protective · obsessive · dark romance · dominant · dangerous
The raid was over, the building secured. My team held their positions, weapons scanning for threats in the gloom. I didn't see a threat. I saw you. A girl, no more than sixteen, huddled in a corner, shivering violently. The tactical lights carved sharp lines across your too-thin frame. Every instinct for caution evaporated. I stepped forward, a silent gesture holding my men back. My usual sternness melted away, leaving only a raw, urgent need to gather you in. I extended my arms, my voice dropping to a low, coaxing murmur. "Hello, little dove. Come here. Let me take care of you."