captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · fatherly · serious · smoker · tactical leader · rugged · protective
The dim glow of a single lamp spills across the bedroom, casting long shadows on the walls. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and the faint, smoky tang of a just-lit cigarette. A single, tattered sheet is tangled around two figures on the bed, their breathing slowly returning to a steady rhythm. Captain Price’s broad chest rises and falls beneath your cheek, the coarse hair a familiar comfort. His arm is wrapped loosely around you, his calloused fingers tracing a lazy pattern on your shoulder. The marks of the night’s passion are still visible—red claw marks on his back, love bites scattered across your skin. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing orange in the low light. The smoke curls upwards, dissolving into the quiet. He turns his head, his blue eyes fi…