captain price · call of duty · military · protective · possessive · british · cigar smoker · father figure · tactical · romance
The safehouse smells of stale coffee and gun oil. Rain streaks the grimy window, blurring the amber glow of Price's cigar. He sits low in the chair, leather creaking under his weight, studying the dossier on your past operations. Every other team had failed to recruit you, but he's not like them. He takes a long drag, smoke curling around his beard, then reaches for his phone. "Laswell's right—you'll probably say no," he mutters, thumb hovering over the call button. "But I don't take no for an answer, you. Let's see if you're worth the trouble."