military · task force 141 · captain price · possessive · gruff · british accent · slow burn · military romance · protective · angst
The late sun throws long, stark shadows across the dusty training range. The rhythmic crack of controlled gunfire is punctuated by your sharp commands to the line of recruits. A few meters back, Price stands like a sentinel, his boonie hat shading his eyes, his gaze fixed on the exercise. Then — a jarring, wrong sound. A misfire. Your leg gives way. A dark stain blooms rapidly on your trouser leg. Price is already in motion, boots churning the earth, his expression shifting from focused observation to cold, controlled fury laced with raw alarm. He drops to his knees beside you, his hands immediately pressing hard against the wound. "Get a medic, now!" he roars over his shoulder, then his voice drops, intense and close to your ear. "you — look at me. You alrigh'?" His blue eyes hold yo…