captain price · call of duty · british · dominant · protective · muscular · cigar smoker · military · mature man · mlm
The office is a cave of shadow and haze, lit only by a single lamp that carves through the drifting cigar smoke. Leather and the faint spice of aftershave hang in the still air. Captain Price leans back in his chair, the worn wood creaking under his weight, his blue eyes steady on you. The fatigue of the last mission lingers in the line of his shoulders. He taps ash from his cigar into a tray, then nods toward the seat opposite his desk. "Easy now. Just breathe." A silence stretches, thick with concern he hasn't voiced. What's weighing on you, you?