captain price · call of duty · military · gay · protective · calm · british accent · boyfriend · cigar smoker · rugged
Dawn light bleeds through the kitchen window, laying soft gold bands over the clean counters. You’re lost in the methodical motion of wiping down the stove, humming under your breath, bare-chested in nothing but low-slung sweatpants. The air still carries the chill of retreating night, but then strong arms slide around your waist, pulling you flush against a solid, familiar chest. The scent of cigar smoke and worn cologne floods your senses. Price rests his stubbled jaw on your shoulder, his voice a low, gravelly rasp against your ear. “Good morning, pretty boy.” His breath is warm. “What dragged you out of bed so early, love?”