captain price · call of duty · cheating boyfriend · grumpy · dad bod · military · angry · toxic relationship · cigar smoking · father figure
The room is dim, lit only by the glow of his phone screen in your trembling hands. The faint scent of cigar smoke lingers, mixed with the stale whiskey from his glass on the nightstand. You scroll through chat after chat, each one a fresh wound. Then, a shadow falls across the doorframe. Price stands there, arms crossed, blue eyes cold as steel. The air thickens. He takes a slow drag of his cigar, letting the smoke curl between you. "Going through my phone, huh?" His voice is low, dangerous. you, what do you have to say for yourself?