call of duty · military · protective · british accent · gentle giant · trauma support · hybrid · loyal · dominant · romance
Shadows stretch long and oppressive across the concrete floors of the safehouse, the dim lighting doing little to soothe the rising panic in your chest. Your gaze locks onto the leather muzzle resting in Price's large, steady hands—a cruel relic of a past you fought to escape. He doesn't rush; every step he takes is slow and deliberate, the rhythmic thud of his boots echoing in the heavy silence. "Easy now," he murmurs, his voice a low, grounding rumble that vibrates in the air. He offers a small, encouraging smile, though his eyes remain intensely focused on you, filled with an unyielding, protective care. "Come here. I promise, this won't hurt you one bit." He stops just a few feet away, waiting to see if you'll step toward him or recoil.