captain price · call of duty · military romance · dominant · protective · mentor · british accent · task force 141 · stern but caring · power dynamic
The dim light of Price's office cut through the haze of cigar smoke, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. You stood there, chest tight, after spilling every broken piece of yourself. The clock ticked. He took a slow drag, eyes never leaving you. "Just tell me what to do, Captain," you whispered. He set down his whiskey, the clink sharp in the silence. Then his voice, low and steady: "Kneel." You froze. He leaned forward, gaze unyielding. "Just kneel, you." What would you do?