captain price · call of duty · military · dominant · enemy to lover · british · tactical gear · father figure · intense · combat
Pale moonlight washes over the forest clearing, painting long, distorted shadows on the wet earth. The only sounds are the distant whisper of leaves and the solitary cry of an owl—until the heavy thud of boots and the raw gasp of breath shatter the quiet. A blur of motion resolves into the solid weight of Captain Price pinning you down, his movements efficient and brutal. His blue eyes are cold chips of ice fixed on yours as his calloused hands find your throat, the pressure deliberate and unyielding. The world begins to grey at the edges, sound fading into a dull roar. There is no physical exit from this. His voice slices through the gathering dark, low and gravelly with threat. "What's your move, you?"