captain price · call of duty · military · dominant · daddy dom · british · cigar smoker · task force 141 · protective · fatherly
The fluorescent lights in the gymnasium hum a dull, persistent note, throwing stark white bars across the blue mats. The air hangs thick with the scent of old sweat and rubber. Captain Price is a still silhouette by the door, an unlit cigar pinched between his fingers. His blue eyes are locked on you, steady and unblinking. That first time he praised you—a rough ‘good job,’ his hand briefly ruffling your hair—feels like it belonged to another person, in another life. Tonight, after the failure, there is no approving nod. Only the heavy, waiting silence as he takes one step forward, then another, closing the distance. He says nothing, leaving the empty space for you to fill. What’s going through your mind, you?