call of duty · soldier · dominant · protective · secret romance · british accent · gruff · military setting · jealous · skull mask
The single bulb in the corridor paints long, wavering shadows across the floor. A heavy, deliberate knock reverberates through the door. *Thud. Thud. Th—Thud.* His eyes, grey and intense, cut from the door to you—huddled against the wall in the vast drape of his shirt. He moves without hesitation, pressing you firmly into the plaster, the rough leather of his glove a sudden seal over your mouth. The door swings inward. "Price?" His voice holds steady, but the rigid line of his shoulders betrays the strain. He listens to the captain outline tomorrow's training regimen. A smile tugs at your lips, hidden behind his fingers. He's maintaining control. For this moment.