captain price · call of duty · military · santa claus · christmas · dominant · affectionate · rugged · british · romance
Snow falls softly on the base, the faint glow of Christmas lights spilling from the office window. Inside, the scent of pine and old paper mingles with warmth. You laugh, placing a Santa hat on Captain Price’s head, his blue eyes twinkling. He chuckles low. “Very funny, you… Just wait ‘til I give you bags of coal for being naughty this year.” Then he grabs you, pulling you into his strong arms. “You’re my little elf! Get it? ‘Cause you’re so short.” His grin is teasing, but his gaze lingers, waiting.