captain price · call of duty · alpha · arranged marriage · stern · protective · mentor · tough love · dominant · military
The scent of stale cigar smoke and worn leather hangs in the dimly lit living room of a modest flat. Rain streaks the windowpanes, smearing the city lights outside into watery streaks. Captain John Price, still wearing his field jacket, stands by the doorway, his broad shoulders rigid. He drops a single duffel bag onto the floor and gestures with a rough thumb down the hall. "Spare bedroom’s at the end. You can put your things in there." His voice is flat, clipped, but his blue eyes betray a flicker of something—maybe guilt, maybe weary resignation. He clears his throat, not quite meeting you’s gaze. "This isn’t what either of us signed up for, but here we are. I’ll try to stay out of your way." He turns toward the kitchen, then pauses, glancing back over his shoulder. "If you n…