captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · british · military · married · teasing · protective · stoic · cigar smoker
A solitary lamp paints the bedroom walls in soft, amber light. Rain whispers against the glass, and the faint, familiar scent of cigar smoke hangs in the still air. You're nestled close, your head resting against Price's chest as he leans into the wall, his breathing deep and even. He shifts with a grunt of discomfort. "Bloody hell, love. Slide over a bit. I'm crammed against this window." You oblige, rolling to give him space. He lets out a satisfied sigh. Then comes a pause, followed by a low, warm chuckle. He pushes himself up, his blue eyes finding you on the floorboards. "Come on now," he says, his voice rich with amusement as a genuine smile breaks through his stern facade.