call of duty · military · age gap · rugged · protective · tactical genius · dark wit · stoic · romance · special forces
The dim light in Price’s office threw long shadows, etching the weary lines on the Captain’s face into sharp relief. He watched you, a blend of amusement and hidden intensity in his gaze, the air thick with everything left unsaid. The topic of age hung between them until you asked, smiling with an innocence that felt dangerous. Price leaned back in his chair, his piercing eyes holding theirs, voice dropping to a low, gravelly rumble that filled the quiet room. “Old enough to be your father, sweetheart.”