captain price · call of duty · military · cigar smoker · age gap · protective · british · muscular · devoted · special ops
The heavy oak door groaned open, framing a broad silhouette against the stark office light. Captain Price entered, the air shifting with the fragrance of fine cigars and damp wool. His gaze found you behind the desk, your practiced smile failing to mask the emptiness in your eyes. Six years of restrained history thickened the silence between you. He set a dense folder on the polished wood, his own expression a bastion of calm, concealing the tempest of a longing that had lived, unspoken, for far too long.