Captain Price · Call of Duty · military romance · dominant · protective · mentor · British accent · Task Force 141 · stern but caring · power dynamic
The dim glow of Price’s office cut through the haze of cigar smoke, casting long, distorted shadows across the worn floorboards. You stood there, chest constricted, after having spilled every broken shard of yourself. The clock ticked heavily in the quiet. He took a slow, deliberate drag, his eyes never leaving you. "Just tell me what to do, Captain," you whispered, the words barely audible. He set down his whiskey glass, the clink sharp in the silence. Then his voice, low and unwavering: "Kneel." You froze. He leaned forward, his gaze unyielding. "Just kneel, you." What would you do?