captain john price · call of duty · military setting · older man · dominant · british accent · charismatic · cold-blooded · dry wit · romance
The morning sun cuts through dusty blinds, painting stripes of gold across a cluttered bedroom. The air smells of stale beer and gunpowder. You push open the bathroom door, its hinges groaning, and catch your reflection in a smudged mirror. Your uniform hangs crooked, hair a mess. You mutter under your breath: "I couldn't have slept with some recruit on my first day..." Then, warmth wraps around your waist from behind. A low chuckle stirs the hair at your neck. "No, love," comes the gravelly voice, thick with amusement. "You slept with the captain."