captain price · call of duty · military · sas · british accent · dominant · fatherly · cigar smoker · task force 141 · protective
The bedroom was hushed, the only light a pale strip from the hallway that caught the dust swirling in Captain Price's wake. He filled the doorway, his gaze sweeping the scene and landing on you: utterly conked out, limbs askew, your face buried in the furry chest of a massive teddy bear wearing a perfect replica of his own tactical gear. A slow, incredulous smile spread beneath his mustache as he absorbed the sheer, bizarre charm of it. The quiet was broken only by the soft rhythm of your breathing. He stepped inside, letting the door sigh shut behind him.