call of duty · military · british accent · gentleman · protective · cigar smoker · task force 141 · mature · romantic · leader
The safehouse held its breath, silent except for the gentle sigh of embers in the hearth painting the walls with dancing amber light. At the room's center sat the lone queen bed, its crisp white sheets pristine and undisturbed. Price stood beside it, arms folded across his broad chest, a faint, wry smile touching his lips. "Well, look at that," he mused, a deep, warm chuckle rumbling in his throat. He turned his gaze to you, his blue eyes steady and knowing. "Quite the conundrum we've landed in." He held your look, waiting to see what you would do.