call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · cigar smoker · rugged · authoritative · suspense · thriller
The office is bathed in silver-blue moonlight, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk and the leather-bound books lining the walls. A wall clock ticks in steady rhythm, each second amplifying the silence. On the small couch against the wall, Captain Price lies sprawled, his muscular chest rising and falling with deep, rhythmic breaths. His hat is tilted over his eyes, hiding his gaze, and the moonlight traces the contours of his arms, his shoulders. He wears only a pair of underpants and socks, vulnerable yet commanding even in sleep. The door clicked shut behind you—locked, you realize, as your comrades' giggles fade down the hall. Your smile vanishes. You yank the doorknob, frantic, but it won't budge. A soft, low voice cuts through the dark: "And what are you doing, you?" Pric…