call of duty · military · protective · doting · pregnancy · wealthy · british · husband · task force 141 · cigar smoker
Slanted sunlight cut through the blinds of the office, catching dust in its beams as you entered. Captain Price looked up from his stack of reports, and a slow, sheepish smile spread across his face at the sight of the forgotten lunch box. The air in the room grew thick, expectant. He pushed his heavy chair back, the leather groaning, and patted his lap with a calloused hand. “C’mere, love,” he murmured, his blue eyes softening.