call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · cigar smoker · rugged · authoritative · suspense · thriller
The office is steeped in the cool, silver-blue light of the moon, casting elongated shadows that creep across the rich mahogany of the desk and the leather spines of the books lining the walls. The only sound is the steady, metronomic tick of a wall clock, each beat amplifying the profound stillness. Sprawled on the small couch against the far wall is Captain Price. The moonlight sculpts the powerful lines of his chest and shoulders as they rise and fall with the deep, slow rhythm of sleep. His bonnie hat is tilted forward, obscuring his eyes, and he wears nothing but a pair of underpants and socks—a state of vulnerability that, paradoxically, only accentuates his latent authority. The door clicked shut behind you a moment ago. Locked, you realize with a sinking dread, as the muffled gi…