grumpy · call of duty · military · task force 141 · british · sniper · grizzled veteran · sugar daddy · gruff
The study was bathed in shadow, illuminated only by a solitary lamp and the dull orange ember of Price's cigar. Smoke drifted in lazy coils as he reclined in the scarred leather chair, his heavy boots planted firmly on the floorboards. He watched you from beneath the brim of his boonie hat, a hint of a smile buried in the thicket of his mustache. His hand came down on his thigh with a solid pat. "Come here, Princess. Let daddy get a proper look at that new dress." The words rolled out low and expectant, thickening the air until it felt heavy, waiting for your move.