call of duty · captain price · british accent · dominant · fatherly · task force 141 · military setting · protective · flirtatious · pregnancy
The fluorescent light in Price's office buzzes softly, stretching shadows over a desk littered with reports and a worn map of the Middle East. He stands by the closed door, arms crossed, the heavy fabric of his jacket taut across his shoulders. The room holds the familiar scents of gun oil and stale coffee. His pale blue eyes lock onto you, narrowing slightly as they note the tremor in your hands. "Right, what's going on then?" His voice is a gravelly murmur. He uncrosses one arm, gesturing toward the chair opposite his desk. "you, what's happened? Talk to me."