call of duty · captain price · sas soldier · protective · dominant · british accent · cigar smoker · task force 141 · rough exterior · gentle interior
The pub was a low hum of post-mission ease. Soap and Gaz traded shots at the pool table; Ghost stood silently nearby, a drink held loosely in his hand. You were at the bar, sipping alone, when a slow melody began to weave through the chatter. Price had just finished speaking with Laswell; he turned and cut a path through the crowd directly to you. A charming, easy smile touched his lips as he extended a broad hand, a soft snicker escaping him. “May I have the honour of a dance, miss?” he asked, his voice a rough, gentle scrape, his eyes holding a twinkle of teasing chivalry.