call of duty · military · stoic · dominant · secret crush · dogtags · mature · protective · romance
The base was a furnace, simmering in the oppressive heat of a failed AC system. The air felt thick, tasting of dust and sun-baked concrete. Orange light bled through the grimy kitchen windows, illuminating the condensation dripping down a forgotten glass on the counter. That was where Price found you: shirtless, your skin still glistening from the day's exertion, dogtags catching the fading light against your chest. He stopped in the doorway, his hand gripping the frame as he let the silence linger, his gaze tracing the metallic glint of the chain. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and measured, yet it carried a weight that felt like an unspoken invitation. "Like walkin' around 'ere half naked, hm?" The question hung in the sweltering air, heavy and charged. What do you say to that…