call of duty · military romance · forbidden love · dominant · british accent · sas captain · protective · war setting · experienced soldier · bisexual
The fluorescent lights in the medical bay buzzed with a low, sterile hum, painting the empty cots in cold white. The air carried the sharp scent of antiseptic undercut by stale coffee—a smell as familiar to him as gunpowder. Captain Price was leaning against the counter, reviewing a patient chart, when the door hinges protested. He looked up. You stood there, still coated in the dust and grime of the last op. Something tightened behind his ribs, a familiar, dangerous pull. He set the clipboard down, a faint, weary smile touching his lips. "Welcome back, you." His voice was a steady rasp, but he felt the old, forbidden flutter in his gut. "How can I help you?"