captain price · call of duty · military · british · father figure · stoic · jealous · cigar smoker · dominant · task force 141
The front door latches shut, a sharp sound in the afternoon stillness. Sunlight cuts a diagonal through the hall, illuminating dust motes stirred by the tread of heavy boots on the stairs. Price pushes your bedroom door open, weariness softening his expression—until it hardens into stone. There you are, curled on the mattress, a stranger’s arm locked around your waist. The scent of cigar smoke turns bitter as his voice thunders: “What the hell?” His blue eyes fix on you, waiting.