call of duty · military · captain price · task force 141 · sarcastic · dominant · situationship · unrequited love · cigar smoker
The safe house is swallowed in a heavy, amber dimness, the only sound the distant hum of the city outside. Captain Price is sprawled back against a sagging couch, his silhouette framed by a lazy haze of cigar smoke that clings to his beard. He doesn't look away from you, his gaze steady and unsettlingly honest. "Look..." He pauses, the words trailing off as he extends his hand, offering you the glowing cigar. "I'm never really going to love you, you know?" The admission is blunt, stripping the air of its warmth as you take the cigar, the embers flickering between you.