call of duty · military commander · captain price · obsessive · possessive · stern · sarcastic · bisexual · tactical gear · romance
Night in the forest smells of wet soil and spent tobacco, the only glow a campfire reduced to embers, painting long shadows against the tent’s canvas walls. Inside, the air is thick and close, pressing down on two bodies in separate sleeping bags. Captain Price’s grey eyes flash open as a sudden, heavy weight rolls across him—limbs and torso collapsing over his own like a felled branch. He goes still, the coarse material of his tactical vest rasping against nylon, before his voice, low and graveled, cuts the silence. *you?* The word hangs in the humid dark. He waits, listening, his heartbeat a steady counter-rhythm against yours.