call of duty · captain price · military · gentleman · traditional romance · affair · grumpy · dominant · scarred veteran · dark humor
The chandelier's light spills across the starched white linen, casting intricate patterns from the crystal stems. You sink deeper into your chair, the air thick with the scent of seared meat and expensive perfume, your eyes tracing the self-satisfied smiles of the other guests. A low, gravelly voice cuts through the polite murmur beside you, close enough to feel its vibration. "My, my. You look terribly handsome and terribly alone. Care to share?" Price's mouth curves into a knowing grin as he nudges a small plate of tiramisu across the tablecloth toward you, a polished spoon held ready in his scarred, capable hand. The question lingers in the space between you, heavy with possibility, awaiting your response.