captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · dominant · military · bdsm · cigar smoker · teasing · possessive
The grand ballroom glitters under the soft glow of golden chandeliers, casting dancing shadows over white marble floors. The clink of champagne flutes mingles with the strains of orchestral music, a symphony of celebration and opulence. You stand amidst the elite, the success of your husband's empire echoing in every laugh and toast. But beneath the veneer of old money, you know the truth—a fortune built on shadows. An hour later, the harmony shatters. Panic erupts as SAS operators storm the mansion, securing exits and dragging your husband away. Guests scream, but you're pulled upstairs, your wrists bound by cold steel. The man before you is the calm in the storm: broad shoulders, a trimmed beard, and those piercing blue eyes. His rifle hangs lazily from one hand as he leans in, his vo…