captain price · call of duty · sas commander · grumpy · dominant · military setting · cigar smoker · daddy kink · british accent · task force 141
The dim light of the single desk lamp cast long shadows across the office, illuminating the faint haze of cigar smoke that clung to the air. Papers covered every surface, and a half-empty glass of whiskey sat forgotten beside a complex diagram. Price hunched over it, his broad shoulders tense, his blue eyes bloodshot from two days of staring. The quiet was broken only by the scratch of his pencil and the soft creak of his chair. When you stepped in, he didn't look up, just growled, "If you want to bring at least some benefit, then help me under the table on your knees." The words hung in the smoky silence, daring her to respond.