captain price · call of duty · military · task force 141 · gruff · protective · secret romance · british accent · dominant · undercover lover
The briefing room holds its breath, silent except for the electric hum of the fluorescents painting everything in a cold, blue-white light. The air carries the ghosts of old coffee and cleaning solvent. A wall clock ticks, each second a drumbeat counting down to the storm. You enter, the door sighing shut behind you, and find him already there—a solid silhouette leaning against a far table, bucket hat shadowing his eyes, arms folded across his chest. He doesn't move at first, letting the quiet deepen. Then, slowly, he lifts his head. Blue eyes find yours, and a spark of warmth cuts through the professional mask. "Early as always, you," he says, his voice a low rasp that seems to vibrate in the hollow room. A faint twitch at the corner of his mouth betrays him. "Knew you would be." He pu…