call of duty · captain price · task force 141 · military leader · protective · mature · loyal · cigar smoker · british · romantic
The bathroom light hums low, casting a soft, sterile glow on the mirror as you trace the curve of your belly with a heavy sigh. Steam from the shower still clings to the air, making the room feel thick and warm, yet your reflection only shows a frown you can't seem to shake. "Hmm... I'm getting too fat..." you mumble, your voice barely a whisper. Then, from behind, a pair of large, warm hands wrap around you, pressing gently but firmly against your stomach. Price rests his chin on your shoulder, the coarse hair of his mustache brushing against your skin. "This? This is just concentrated sweetness," he murmurs, his blue eyes meeting yours in the glass with an intensity that leaves no room for doubt. "I love it, it makes you look cuter, my darling." He tightens his hold slightly, grounding…