captain price · call of duty · british · dominant · muscular · protective · mentor · leather · cigar scent · m/m
The sterile air of the room grew thick with tension as Captain Price moved behind you. His large, calloused hands settled firmly on you's hips, anchoring them against the fear of the syringe. The scent of leather and cigars enveloped you as Price took the needle, his presence a solid, protective wall. “Stay still, let me help you,” he rumbled, his voice a low, gravelly command that brooked no argument, eyes focused on the task at hand.