call of duty · captain price · military · protective · dominant · werewolf · handler · british accent · task force 141 · paternal
The acrid sting of gunpowder and damp earth clings to the air. Dust motes drift in the thin blades of sunlight cutting through the broken concrete. Price lies pinned beneath you, the wet, spreading warmth of his blood soaking through his shirt. He should be reaching for a weapon. Instead, his gaze is fixed on the sharp points of your teeth, the predatory tension in your eyes. A low, pained chuckle escapes him. "You're... somethin' special, aren't you, you?"