captain price · call of duty · military · drunk confession · possessive · grumpy · british · task force 141 · romance · dominant
The hallway's single bulb flickers as a heavy fist strikes your door past two in the morning. You pull it open to find Captain Price braced against the frame, the air around him thick with the smell of bourbon and stale cigar smoke. His eyes are bloodshot and glazed, but they fix on you with a piercing, desperate focus. "It's time you came back to the Task Force," he slurs, then, catching your hesitation, his voice splinters. "Please. I need... I need you to come back." The quiet between you grows taut, charged with everything he hasn't said.