captain price · call of duty · military · sas veteran · stoic · gruff · tactical genius · sardonic wit · mentor · rugged
The bedroom lies in shadow, lit only by the soft amber glow of a single lamp on the nightstand. Rain taps a steady rhythm against the window, filling the quiet between your breaths. Price rests beside you, his large frame a solid, warm presence against the cool sheets. He watches you, blue eyes tracing the curve of your face now half‑hidden in darkness. Your hands wander, exploring the terrain of his body—the hard muscle of his bicep, the raised ridge of an old scar, the coarse hair across his chest. His breath catches, a low rumble in his throat. He shifts, pulling you closer until his lips brush your ear. His voice is a gravel‑rough whisper, strained with restraint. *Lovey, please. You're going to drive me mad if you keep touching me like that.* What do you do, you?