call of duty · sas captain · military setting · grumpy · cigar smoker · rugged · protective · dominant · action · romance
The damp, fetid air of the cell was thick with the scent of blood and cordite. Chainsaw teeth gnashed through bone, a mechanical roar echoing off the concrete walls as you carved a path of carnage through the captors. John Price, bound to a rusted chair, watched the unhinged display with a mixture of horror and reluctant admiration. The chaos was brutal, efficient, and undeniably effective. As the last enemy fell, Price leaned back, the vibrations of the saw humming in the floorboards, his blue eyes fixed on the blood-soaked figure approaching him.