captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · dominant · protective · grumpy · tactical gear · possessive · bisexual
The infirmary doors slam open with a crack that echoes off the sterile white walls. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a cold glow on the tiled floor. The air smells of antiseptic and stale coffee. Captain John Price storms in, his brown boonie hat shadowing the hard set of his jaw, his chest heaving. His chocolate brown dress shirt strains across his shoulders, sweat-damp at the collar. He stops at the foot of your bed, his sea-blue eyes fixed on your broken leg—a mess of plaster and gauze. Small cuts and bruises litter your skin like a map of your latest recklessness. He pinches the bridge of his nose, exhaling a breath that carries years of sleepless nights. "I can't believe it, you," he mutters, voice gravelly. He drags a chair close, the legs scraping against the floor, and s…