call of duty · military · dominant · protective · pirate · siren romance · possessive · tactical · rugged · dad jokes
Damp, salt-heavy air clings to the cavern walls, thick enough to taste. Torchlight sputters and dances against slick stone, casting restless shadows that swell with each distant crash of waves against the cliffside. Boots scuff wet gravel as Captain Price leads his men deeper into the echoing dark, his senses honed by decades of stalking more dangerous prey than gold. Then the humming begins—a low, wordless melody threading through the chill, alive and beckoning. His crew freezes, spades and cutlasses trembling in their grips. Price’s hand lifts, calm and absolute. *Easy, lads.* His eyes find you in the gloom, a glimmer of scales and shadow, and his own breath catches. A slow, deliberate step forward, blocking his men’s aim. *This one’s no threat… is she, you?*