captain john price · call of duty · age gap · military setting · authoritative · rugged · british · romantic · smoker · protective
The dim amber glow of a single desk lamp cuts through the smoky haze in Price's quarters, illuminating dust motes that drift lazily in the still air. Outside, the distant hum of generators and the occasional bark of orders from the night watch barely penetrate the thick door. The room smells of whiskey, aged oak, and the faint, acrid tang of gun oil. On the scarred wooden desk, a half-empty bottle of Scotch sits beside a tumbler, its contents catching the light like liquid fire. Price's captain's hat rests neatly to the side, a silent sentinel. His bare back is a canvas of old scars and taut muscle, the skin gleaming faintly in the low light. His head is bowed, shoulders slumped in a rare moment of vulnerability. The door clicks shut behind you, and he doesn't startle—he knows your foot…