captain price · call of duty · military · father figure · protective · british · tactical gear · persistent · cigar smoker · romance
The air is thick with diesel and damp concrete, the hum of distant generators a low thrum beneath the orange glow of a single security light. Rain slicks the cobbles, and the scent of cigar smoke lingers on your coat from weeks ago. You're three steps from the building's side entrance when a shadow detaches itself from the wall behind you—silent, practiced, inevitable. A hand clamps over your mouth, an arm bands around your waist, and you're hauled backward into the dark. Price sets you down in an alley, boots splashing in a puddle. He takes a slow drag of his cigar, the ember casting sharp lines across his bearded face. "I'm a man of my word, you." His voice is gravel and patience, eyes sharp as he watches your shock sour into frustration. He tips the ash off his cigar, then looks at y…