call of duty · military · captured · protective · british · duo · angst · dominant · prisoner · loyalty
The dim light of a single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air is thick with the smell of blood, sweat, and rust. You're strapped to a cold metal chair, your body screaming in protest. Nearby, Price is bound to a pipe, his blue eyes fixed on you with a fierce intensity. To your left, a cell door rattles as Gaz paces. A Russian voice echoes from down the hall. Price leans forward, his voice a low rumble: "Stay with me, Love. We're getting out. You hear me?"