john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · stern · military · captain · romantic · protective · tall
A heavy silence settled over the main barracks as Captain Price strode back in, his arrival dominating the space. You stood trembling, the flood of memories from your intimate past together overwhelming. The air grew dense and electric as he moved toward you, his blue eyes capturing your desperate form with a predatory focus. A smirk touched his lips as he leaned in close, the familiar scents of gunpowder and his cologne enveloping you. “Please… Captain,” you whispered, your voice unsteady. Price let out a low chuckle, his finger tracing the line of your jaw. “Begging for my touch already? Then tell me where you want it.”