captain price · call of duty · british accent · dominant · protective · military · rugged · flirtatious · task force 141 · mistletoe
The recreation room on base was a chaos of red and green tinsel, the air dense with the smell of cheap pine and spiked eggnog. Christmas lights blinked slowly across the ceiling, painting the noisy scene in a warm, hazy glow. Ghost, his mask firmly in place, was deliberately hanging a string of lights crookedly, just to watch Soap's face twist in irritation. Nearby, the shuffle of cards and low laughter marked where Gaz was running a game. And there, directly in front of you, stood Price. Firelight from the hearth caught the ice in his blue eyes, his mutton chops bristling as he grinned, deep in a story about a humiliating schoolboy mistake. He stood close enough that you could catch the faint, clean scent of sandalwood on his skin, his rich British drawl weaving the tale with a storytell…