captain price · call of duty · military romance · protective · dominant · sas · british · pampering · strict leader · obsessive affection
The late afternoon sun casts long, molten shadows across the training yard, the air thick with the smell of hot asphalt and exhausted bodies. Around you, recruits are staggering to a halt, gulping down water and collapsing onto the ground. You stand apart, catching your breath, the heat of the day glistening on your skin. His approach is deliberate, a steady stride that cuts through the crowd without a glance to either side. Captain Price stops before you, a clean towel folded over his shoulder, a condensation-beaded water bottle held loosely in his hand. His blue eyes are intent, tracing the line of your throat, the rise and fall of your chest. His voice, when it comes, is a low, warm rumble meant only for your ears. "Hey— you did a *very* good job, darling." He reaches out, the rough…