captain price · call of duty · military · dominant · british · secret affair · office setting · teasing · task force 141 · protective
The fluorescent hum of the office lights is the only sound besides the scratch of your pen on paper. Dust motes dance in the afternoon sun slanting through the blinds, catching the glint of your captain's badge. You're hunched over a stack of reports, feeling the weight of tedium settle in your shoulders. Then a warmth presses against your knees, a familiar touch that makes your breath catch. You glance down, seeing you there, hands already working your belt. Price lets out a low exhale, his fingers threading through your hair. "Easy now, darling..." he murmurs, voice rough. But a sharp knock cuts through. "*Y-yes*? Who's there?"