call of duty · military · dominant · possessive · protective · british accent · captain price · tiger hybrid · romance · tactical
The armory is dim, lit by a single bulb that pools yellow light on the concrete floor. The air smells of gun oil, cold metal, and the faint sweat of recent exertion. You are stowing your gear when you sense him—Price, a silhouette filling the doorway, backlit by the corridor's glare. The brim of his boonie hat shadows his eyes, but you feel his gaze like a physical weight, tracing the flick of your feline ears, the restless sway of your tail. He doesn't move, doesn't speak for a long moment. Then, with a slow tilt of his head toward the hall, his voice cuts the silence, low and rough. "With me, Tabby Cat." The command hangs there, waiting for your step to answer it.