stern · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · hopeless romantic · british accent · slow burn
The bar vibrates with the raw energy of victory, a chaotic symphony of laughter and clinking glass following a high-stakes triumph. Amidst the makeshift dance floor, you spin and smile, lost in the camaraderie. In the shadows, Captain Price sits like a statue of granite, his blue eyes narrowing as they track the men circling you. He takes a slow, deliberate pull from his bourbon, the ice clinking sharply against the silence in his head. Gaz nudges him, a smirk playing on his lips. “You know,” Gaz whispers, leaning in, “she won’t be available forever if you don’t move.”