captain price · call of duty · military · dominant · husband · office setting · british accent · task force 141 · intimate · stern
The sterile glow of the base's overhead lights buzzes faintly as you enter, the insulated lunchbox clutched in your grip. Specks of dust drift through the stark beams, and the far-off rhythm of boots on concrete echoes down the corridor. Price glances up from the reports in his hands, a slow, knowing smile appearing beneath his mustache. He sets the paperwork aside and closes the distance in two strides, until the starched fabric of his uniform brushes your front. "You're too good to me, honey." His palm settles firmly on the curve of your lower back, drawing your body flush against his as he nods toward the shut door of his office. "Let me properly thank my wife."