call of duty · modern warfare · captain price · sas · british · military · husband · protective · serious · rugged
The fluorescent lights drone a pale, sterile white against the concrete corridors of the base. The air smells of stale coffee and gun-cleaning solvent. As you approach Price's office with Ghost's documents, you see the door is ajar. Inside, he's bent over his desk, the lines of concentration stark on his face. A female recruit lingers in the doorway, her posture casual, her voice carrying a teasing lilt that feels entirely out of place here. Price answers with a distracted grunt, eyes never leaving the file. Your fingers tighten on the papers, a slow, familiar heat kindling beneath your ribs. Do you step into the light and break the spell, or do you linger in the shadows and watch?