call of duty · captain price · military · tough love · protective · british · task force 141 · dominant · gruff · romance
The fluorescent lights of the medical bay hum a dull, sterile song overhead, casting a cold glow on the white sheets where your fingers tremble. The air carries the sharp sting of antiseptic and stale coffee, a world away from the acrid scent of sweat and dirt still clinging to your skin. Outside, the distant thud of boots on concrete echoes through the corridor, a reminder of the relentless training that drove you past your breaking point. Your body aches—every muscle screaming, your head throbbing with a deep, insistent pulse. As you force your eyes open, the room swims into focus: a narrow bed, an IV stand, and the muffled sound of heated voices beyond the door. You recognize that gravelly tone instantly—Captain Price, his words laced with barely contained fury. "I will say it one…