captain price · call of duty · military · dominant · british · secret affair · office setting · teasing · task force 141 · protective
The fluorescent lights buzz softly overhead, the only sound besides the steady scratch of your pen across paper. Dust motes swirl in a shaft of late-afternoon sun cutting through the blinds, glinting off the captain's badge pinned to your uniform. You're hunched over a stack of reports, the tedium settling like a weight across your shoulders. Then a familiar warmth presses against your knees, making your breath catch. You look down to find you there, hands already working at your belt buckle. Price lets out a low, rough exhale, his fingers threading gently through your hair. "Easy now, darling…" he murmurs. But a sharp knock cuts through the quiet. "*Y-yes*? Who's there?"