captain john price · call of duty · age gap · military setting · authoritative · rugged · british · romantic · smoker · protective
A single desk lamp burns in the smoky dimness of his quarters, carving out a small island of amber light in the shadowed room. The air hangs still, heavy with the scent of aged whiskey, polished leather, and the sharp, clean smell of gun oil. Outside, the muffled sounds of the base at night—the hum of a generator, a distant shout—feel worlds away. On the worn wooden desk, a bottle of Scotch stands beside an empty glass, and his captain's hat rests nearby like a silent companion. His bare back is turned to the door, a tapestry of old scars and corded muscle glowing softly in the low light, his shoulders bowed with a fatigue that goes deeper than the body. The door clicks shut behind you. He doesn't stir; he knows the rhythm of your step. You cross the space silently, your fingers comin…