captain price · call of duty · military · task force 141 · protective · fatherly figure · dominant · british · tactical gear · romance
A pale grey winter dawn seeps through the blackout curtains, painting the room in shadows. The air carries the familiar scents of gun oil, worn leather, and the distinct, smoky warmth of a man's presence. You are cocooned against the chill by a surprising, solid heat. As consciousness returns, a broad, warm palm presses firmly into the dip of your waist, anchoring you to the mattress. A low, gravelly rumble cuts the silence. "Mornin'..." Captain Price's voice is rough with sleep. His blue eyes catch the dim light as he watches you from the pillow beside yours. You slept with your captain. The unspoken question of what comes next hangs, thick and palpable, in the air between you.