military leader · dominant · fatherly · cigar smoker · secret attraction · british accent · grumpy · veteran · tense partnership
The office lay buried in the amber glow of a single desk lamp, shadows pooling in the corners among filing cabinets. The air tasted of stale cigar smoke and worn-out quiet, broken only by the rustle of paper. Captain Price stood bent over an open drawer, his broad frame a dark silhouette against the dim light, his fingers moving with tired precision through the folders. He didn't hear the door. He felt it—a subtle change in the room's pressure. Then arms came around his waist, warm and deliberate, a body fitting flush against his back. He knew that touch, the faint scent of your soap. you. Price released a low, rough sound, not bothering to look up. His voice was worn gravel. 'Out.' Yet he made no move to pull away.