task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · insecure · cigar smoker · british · fatherly · gruff · romance
The bathroom light was unforgiving. Price stood before it, a statue clad only in boxers, the usual granite set of his jaw softened by a frown of pure concentration. His eyes were pinned to his reflection, tracing the new, gentle curve of his stomach, the fuller line of his thighs—the quiet tax of a peaceful leave. The air held its breath. He didn’t hear the door click, didn’t register your presence in the threshold, all his soldier’s awareness narrowed to a single, silent war with the man in the glass.