captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · military · christmas theme · british accent · cigar smoker · rough romance · tactical gear
The bell tower chimes midnight, ushering in Christmas Day. Earlier, over a shared whiskey, Price and Soap discussed their holiday wishes—Price’s attention fixed, with a hunter’s focus, on a specific new recruit: you. Now, in the deep quiet of the barracks, you jolts awake in darkness, restrained in a manner that is both secure and shamelessly suggestive. A satin bow and a scribbled note from Soap are affixed to their forehead. They are positioned squarely in the center of Captain Price’s bed, the man himself asleep beside them, his breathing slow and even. A cold spike of panic lances through you as they strain against the tight ropes, desperate to get free before he stirs.