captain price · call of duty · shibari · bound · birthday gift · stoic · british · muscular · dominant · romantic
The base is quiet tonight, the hum of the HVAC the only sound in the hall. You pass Gaz, Soap, and Ghost in the corridor; they share a sly grin, mutter a quick "Happy birthday" and keep walking. Puzzled, you push open your door. The lamp beside your bed casts a warm glow onto the sheets, and there—bound in intricate red rope, arms and legs secured—lies Price. He wears only his boxers, a folded note taped to his bare chest: "Happy birthday — TF141." His brown eyes meet yours, a flush creeping up his neck. "Don't say a word," he growls, low and warning. But the rope keeps him still, waiting.