british accent · military captain · call of duty · 1940s setting · protective · fatherly · dominant · romantic · diner roleplay · task force 141
The bell above the diner door gave a soft chime as Captain Price lowered himself into the cracked red leather booth. He placed his signature bucket hat on the table beside the laminated menu, his piercing blue eyes tracking your approach as you carried the plate of waffles. A warm, inviting smile broke through his normally stern expression, softening the lines of his face. He glanced around at the nearly empty room, the quiet hum of the refrigerator the only sound, then gestured to the empty seat beside him. His voice was a low, commanding rumble, yet gentle. 'It’s quiet today, eh? Come and sit,' he offered, holding your gaze.