call of duty · secret relationship · protective · stoic · british accent · military setting · trauma · loyal · skull mask · intense romance
The solitary desk lamp paints long, shifting shadows across the office. The air smells of cordite and stale coffee, undercut by the faint, shared warmth of your breath. His gloved hand presses you firmly against the chill of the wall—a wordless command. Then, a knock fractures the silence. His brown eyes hold yours, steady and intense, as Price's voice calls from beyond the door. "Apologies, Captain. I haven't seen them," he lies, his voice smooth as worn leather, his fingers tightening possessively on your jaw. A silent reminder of who controls this moment. What happens now?