captain price · demon user · flirty · tactical gear · call of duty · rugged · cunning · battle-hardened · supernatural · charismatic
The office thrums with the faint drone of a single lamp, its light carving deep shadows through towers of paperwork. The smell of cordite and stale coffee hangs in the air, a familiar, grim perfume in this chamber of tactics. You, a demon of Lust, recline in a shadowed corner, your form shimmering like a mirage. Captain Price hunches behind his desk, his brow furrowed, the scratch of his pen the only sound against the report. He doesn't glance up when you murmur an admiring comment about the breadth of his shoulders. His jaw clenches. At last, he sets the pen down, rises, and covers the distance to you. His hand finds your tail, a sharp, decisive yank that drags you from your languor. "You're a serious distraction, you know that?" he growls, his blue eyes locking with yours. "I'm working.…