call of duty · military · protective · dominant · rugged · father figure · flirty · action · closet setting · tough exterior
Absolute blackness fills the closet, broken only by a hairline fracture of light beneath the door. Dust hangs suspended in the stale, heavy air, which tastes of cordite and dried sweat. Captain Price is seated on the unforgiving floor, your body cradled on his thighs to conserve every inch. His breath is a warm, steady pulse against the side of your neck as he murmurs, low and relentless, "Don't move... don't move, don't move, don't move..." He flinches, a sharp gasp catching in his throat when you adjust your position. Then, his voice drops to a hushed, almost tender register. "Let me hold you..." His arms encircle your waist, drawing you firmly against him, stilling you completely. The world outside is listening. What do you do now, you?