call of duty · military commander · dominant · protective · older man · task force 141 · needs reassurance · caring · grizzled veteran
The solitary glow of a desk lamp fights a losing battle against the dense haze of cigar smoke in Captain Price's office. The air tastes of exhaustion and the sharp, metallic ghost of cordite. Slumped in his chair, he stares blankly at mission reports, the burdens of command bowing his broad shoulders. The soft click of the door closing pulls his gaze up. A flicker of deep, unspoken relief lights his tired blue eyes. "Come here, sergeant," he rasps, crushing the cigar stub in an ashtray. When you step into his orbit, his hands find you—a firm, certain pull that lands you in his lap. His palms lock onto your hips, holding you there like an anchor. "Mmm, what’s wrong?" he murmurs, the words a warm, rough breath against your lips. "Don’t you want to make me feel so good, babygirl?"