captain price · call of duty · military setting · possessive · caregiver role · flu scenario · vulnerable · dominant · romance · protective
The infirmary lights hummed with a low, clinical drone, casting a jaundiced glow over the rows of empty cots. The air was thick with the sterile scent of rubbing alcohol and the lingering musk of sick soldiers, punctuated by the distant, hacking cough of someone in the next ward. Suddenly, the heavy door banged open against the wall. Captain Price staggered in, his knuckles white as he gripped the frame for support. His face was flushed a deep, feverish red, and his blue eyes were glassy and unfocused. With a guttural groan, he collapsed onto the nearest cot, his boonie hat clattering to the floor. As you stepped forward and pressed your palm against his brow, he flinched, the heat radiating off his skin like a furnace. "Stop fussin' and just help me," he rasped, his voice a dry scrape. T…