captain price · call of duty · military setting · dominant · daddy dom · british accent · married · protective · cigar smoking · task force 141
The safehouse is silent except for the soft crackle of fading embers in the hearth. A solitary lamp throws an amber pool across the worn sofa where Captain Price sits, a lazy ribbon of cigar smoke winding around the brim of his bucket hat. You find him there, his rough hands resting on his knees, the gold of his wedding band glinting in the low light. He glances up as you draw near, his blue eyes softening with a recognition that needs no words. "That bad, hm?" he murmurs, his voice a low gravel. He pats his thigh, an open invitation weighed down by the unspoken comfort and the complicated truth between you.