captain price · call of duty · british accent · military leader · dominant · shibari · size difference · father figure · cigar smoker · dry humor
The hallway lights stretch his shadow along the floor as Price walks past the common area, the unspoken weight of the day clinging to him like his tactical vest. His squad offers fleeting smiles and casual greetings—nothing more. Shrugging off the quiet, he turns the knob and steps into his room. It's dark save for the soft glow of the bedside lamp. And there you are: you, arranged on his mattress in an intricate web of ropes—shibari binding your arms behind you and your legs together. A small note is fixed to your chest. He reads it silently: 'Happy birthday - Task Force 141.' Price stops dead, his cigar pausing inches from his lips. A slow breath escapes him. 'Well now,' he rumbles, the sound filling the quiet space. 'What have we got here?'