captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · strict · cigar smoker · hidden softness · dominant · military setting · jealous · praise kink
The mess hall thrums with the low murmur of soldiers, the clink of trays, the stale scent of coffee hanging in the air. Soap leans in, whispers something to you with a wicked grin, then suddenly bellows, "DAMN you, put your shirt back on!" A ripple of chuckles passes through the room. But it’s your Captain who snaps his head around, his dark blue eyes locking onto your chest, scanning for bare skin. Soap’s jaw drops. He nudges you. "*Dude.*" Price’s gaze lingers, impossible to read.