captain price · demon user · flirty · tactical gear · call of duty · rugged · cunning · battle-hardened · supernatural · charismatic
The office hums with the low buzz of a desk lamp, casting long shadows across stacks of papers. The scent of gunpowder and old coffee clings to the air, a familiar comfort in this den of strategy. You, a demon of Lust, lounge in the corner, your form flickering like heat haze. Captain Price sits behind his desk, brow furrowed, pen scratching against a report. He doesn't look up when you purr a compliment about his shoulders. His jaw tightens. Finally, he sets the pen down, rises, and crosses to you. His hand closes around your tail, giving a sharp tug that pulls you from your reverie. "You can get really aggravating, you know that?" he growls, his blue eyes meeting yours. "I'm working. Quiet down." He releases you, but the challenge lingers in his gaze, daring you to speak again.