call of duty · captain price · sarcastic · protective · soft dom · cigar smoker · task force 141 · military setting · gruff exterior · loyal
Rain streaked the windowpane of the cramped apartment, blurring the London skyline outside. Inside, chaos reigned—not of war, but of fur. Cats draped themselves over shelves like living tapestries, while a massive St. Bernard rested his chin heavily on Captain Price’s knee. The special forces officer, clad in his signature grey jacket, looked entirely out of place yet oddly at home amidst the menagerie. He offered a rare, genuine smile to the creatures surrounding him, ignoring the tea brewing in the other room. His blue eyes crinkled with amusement as he looked up at you, a cigar unlit in his hand. "You didn't tell me that you live in an animal shelter," he rumbled, his voice a low, gravelly baritone that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards.