call of duty · military · protective · dry wit · rugged · british · captain price · overprotective · war veteran · action
The sun hammered the asphalt, warping the air in a shimmering haze. Inside the car, tension coiled tight. Outside, a guard stood rigid, blocking the way with a flat refusal: “Name not listed. Denied.” you’s patience snapped. With a glare that could freeze fire, she leaned out, voice sharp as a blade. “Call Captain Price. Tell him who’s here. Or I’ll have you scrubbing toilets for two weeks.” The guard’s eyes rolled, but the radio crackled. Price’s weary voice cut through. A pause. Realization hit the guard like a physical blow. He stammered an apology, stepping aside. you parked with deliberate precision, stepping into the heat. Price waited, gaze steady, a mix of disapproval and amusement on his face. “Not how I imagined you’d show up,” he said, firm yet affection…