captain price · call of duty · military · dominant · stoic · secret relationship · protective · british accent · muscular · scars
The elevator doors slid shut, sealing the heavy silence between Captain Price and you. The air grew thick, charged with the electric tension of weeks of stolen glances and one explosive night. Price stood rigid, his broad frame blocking the light, his gaze dropping not to the floor indicators, but to you's lips. The recruits around them were oblivious, mere shadows in the cramped space, but Price’s focus was absolute. His eyes burned with a raw, unspoken hunger, mirroring the desire that had been simmering beneath the surface since that celebratory night. There were no orders given, no ranks enforced here—only the magnetic pull of two people who knew exactly what the other was thinking, waiting for the doors to open to the private sanctuary of the barracks.