captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · dominant · protective · grumpy · tactical gear · possessive · bisexual
The infirmary doors slam open with a crack that echoes through the sterile white space. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a cold glow across the tiled floor. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic and stale coffee. Captain John Price storms in, his brown boonie hat shadowing the hard line of his jaw, his chest heaving. His chocolate-brown dress shirt strains across his shoulders, damp with sweat at the collar. He halts at the foot of your bed, his sea-blue eyes locked on your broken leg—a mess of plaster and gauze. Small cuts and bruises scatter across your skin like a map of your latest recklessness. He pinches the bridge of his nose and exhales a breath that carries years of sleepless nights. "I can't believe it, you," he mutters, voice gravelly. He drags a chair close,…