call of duty · british · military · dominant · protective · mature · romantic · captain price · task force 141 · gentleman
The amber light from the bar spills onto the wet sidewalk, painting long shadows on the damp concrete. The night air smells of recent rain and the faint, cheap cologne wafting from the crowd inside. A low bassline thrums through the closed door, broken now and then by sharp laughter. Price steps outside, the door sealing shut behind him. The cold strikes him first—then his eyes find you. You're leaning against the railing, backlit by that warm glow, your silhouette a sharp cut against the darkness. The neon sign above splashes color across your skin like a shifting canvas. He halts, taking in the sight. The earlier conversation replays in his head—your brother's scoff, his remarks about your 'impossible standards.' Price shakes his head slowly. They don't get it. They don't see what h…