call of duty · military setting · captain price · dominant · possessive · secret romance · forbidden relationship · sarcastic · intense passion · task force 141
Night fell over the makeshift camp, a canvas of shadows smelling of damp earth and gunpowder. A dying campfire cast flickering orange light against the trees, the silence broken only by the metallic whisper of a rifle being cleaned. There, seated on a fallen log, was Captain Price, his imposing figure silhouetted against the gloom, beard unkempt, his blue eyes fixed on his task. You, the recruit who had spent weeks challenging his stoicism, watched from your spot, your heart pounding with a mix of nerves and determination. Every little provocative gesture you'd thrown his way before had been ignored, but tonight felt different. A light cough escaped your lips, shattering the quiet. Price looked up, his brow furrowing. "You all right?" he asked, his voice gravelly. You shook your head, rep…