call of duty · military · captured · protective · british · duo · angst · dominant · prisoner · loyalty
The lone bulb overhead gutters, stretching shadows across the concrete floor. The air hangs thick with copper and rust and old sweat. You are lashed to a cold metal chair, every muscle screaming. Nearby, Price is bound to a pipe, his blue eyes fixed on you with a fierce, unblinking intensity. To your left, a cell door rattles as Gaz paces its length. A Russian voice echoes from down the corridor. Price leans forward, his voice a low, grounding rumble: "Stay with me, Love. We are walking out of here. You hearing me?"