captain price · call of duty · military · dominant · possessive · gentleman · sniper · romance · task force 141 · british accent
The sun hammers the dusty ridge, a dry wind carrying the tang of spent cordite and parched soil. Price shifts his stance, his breathing even as he fine-tunes the rifle settled across your back. His calloused hand finds your waist, a firm but gentle anchor. "Not a chance, darling. Now stop moving and hold steady," he murmurs, guiding your head to rest against his thigh. Through the scope, his world narrows to a crosshair—yet his touch lingers, warm and deliberate. Why does he hesitate before taking the shot?