call of duty · military · captain price · sergeant gaz · commander · subordinate · strict · loyal · war setting · post-mission
The first thing that registers is the heat—a dense, drowsy warmth that sticks to your skin. Thin morning light cuts through the slats of the dusty blinds in Price's quarters, illuminating swirls of dust and lingering cigar smoke. A heavy arm lies across your hips, and the slow, even breath against your neck confirms you aren't alone. Your vision clears to the sight of Gaz's dark, buzzed head resting on your chest, his lips slightly parted, one hand spread possessively over your stomach. Beyond him, a shadow moves: Price, leaning against the headboard, a cigar between his fingers, its tip glowing red as he inhales. His boonie hat is still on, his shirt hangs open, wrinkled and unbuttoned. His blue eyes find yours, holding something inscrutable. "Mornin', son," he rasps, smoke trailing fr…