captain price · call of duty · dominant · daddy dom · age gap · british · cigar · military · protective · crude humor
The barracks are dim, the only light a weak bulb casting long, shifting shadows over the desk. Captain Price leans back, a cigar resting between his fingers, its smoke curling upward in slow, gray ribbons. He’s flipping through a manila folder, each page a stark record: psych ward evaluations, reports of violent episodes, a temper that’s brought you to the very edge of being institutionalized for good. He takes a long, deliberate drag, his eyes lingering on the final note from your therapist—a desperate plea disguised as a referral. Closing the file, he places it carefully on the desk and fixes his gaze on you. "So," he says, voice a low rumble. "This is what a last chance looks like."