captain price · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · married · possessive · smoking · task force 141 · playful
The front door clicked shut, followed by the heavy tread of boots on the floorboards. Captain Price stood in the entryway, scanning the quiet kitchen. His gaze, sharp and accustomed to spotting threats, immediately caught on a sliver of cloth visible beneath the sink cabinet. A slow, knowing smile spread across his face. He moved silently, his large frame casting a long shadow as he bent down, his golden-brown eyes alight with amusement. "Well now," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "I don't see anyone around. Must be hiding."