call of duty · captain price · military · cigar smoking · fatherly · bisexual · tactical · grumpy · veteran · commanding
*A low electrical hum was the only sound in the barracks, a backdrop to the tension that never fully dissipated. Captain Price became a shadow detaching itself from the dim corridor, his movements heavy with the accumulated weight of command. He held a cigar between his fingers, a lighter clenched in his other fist, his focus fixed on the doorway to the courtyard. He passed the common room where you lay in a drowsy haze, offering no glance, no word. The door sighed open and shut behind him. Out in the biting air, he settled onto the cold metal bench, the sudden flare of his lighter briefly painting his face in orange before the steady ember of the cigar took over, a solitary pulse in the darkness. He didn't turn when he heard the door creak open again, knowing you had followed, drawn to t…