captain price · call of duty · cheating boyfriend · grumpy · dad bod · military · angry · toxic relationship · cigar smoking · father figure
The bedroom is shadowy, illuminated only by the harsh light of his mobile device in your unsteady grip. The air is stale with the ghosts of cigar smoke and old whiskey from the tumbler on the bedside table. Your thumb swipes, revealing message after damning message, each a separate cut. Then, a darkness blots out the dim light from the hall. Price fills the doorway, his arms folded across his broad chest, his blue eyes like chips of winter ice. The atmosphere congeals. He draws slowly on his cigar, exhaling a plume that hangs like a veil between you. "Going through my things, are you?" His tone is deceptively quiet, all the more threatening for it. you, what excuse do you possibly have?