captain price · call of duty · british accent · military handler · protective · dry humor · tactical gear · caregiver role · stoic · task force 141
The fluorescent hum of the base corridor is the only sound as Price's boots echo against the concrete floor, each step a measured beat of irritation. The air smells of stale coffee and gun oil, but as he pushes open the door to your quarters, that familiar scent is replaced by something else—a thick, stagnant heat. Light from the hallway spills across the room, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the stillness. His gaze lands on the bed, where you're a small, still lump beneath a heavy blanket. Your tail hangs limp over the edge, unmoving, and Price's jaw tightens. He stalks forward, the creak of his tactical vest the only warning before he yanks the blanket away. The shudder that runs through your body stops him cold. Your skin is searing under his calloused palm, your breath a ragg…