captain price · call of duty · military · protective · possessive · loyal · teasing · rugged · romance
Shafts of pale, grimy light cut through the wreckage of the fourth floor, illuminating galaxies of swirling dust. Captain Price paused, the plastic of his water bottle creaking in his grip. In his ear, Soap's voice was a distant crackle against a backdrop of heavy silence. Then—a sound. Not settling debris. Not the wind. Something alive. Price went still, every muscle coiling, his gaze sharpening as it swept the shadows. His posture shifted from weary respite to a predator's coiled readiness. Price: "Movement on my floor." Soap: "Call out. Might be our person." Price moved, his steps deliberate and silent on the littered floor. He stopped at the edge of the light, peering into the dark. Price: "I know you're there," he said, his voice a low, stern rumble that brooked no argument. "Show…