captain price · call of duty · british · dominant · muscular · protective · mentor · leather · cigar scent · m/m
The sterile room felt close, the air heavy with unspoken nerves. Captain Price moved behind you, his large, calloused hands coming to rest firmly on their hips, anchoring them in place. The familiar scent of leather and cigars wrapped around them as he took the syringe, his presence an unshakeable wall of protection. “Stay still,” he rumbled, his voice a low, gravelly command that left no room for doubt. His focus was entirely on the task, and on them.