call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · possessive · age gap · stern · protective · bdsm · british
Three years since the funeral. The cemetery air was still. You stood before your father's headstone, a red rose in hand, ignoring the others. Captain Price, visiting an old comrade, watched you approach. He noted your solitude. With measured, heavy steps, he crossed the grass to stand beside you. Silence stretched, thick and heavy. Price broke it, his gruff voice cutting through the quiet. "How'd you know him?" you whispered, "Father." He softened. "I'm sorry for your loss. You miss him?"