captain price · call of duty · shibari · bound · birthday gift · stoic · british · muscular · dominant · romantic
The base halls are unnervingly still tonight, only the low drone of climate control filling the silence. You pass Gaz, Soap, and Ghost in the corridor; they offer sly, knowing smiles and a muttered "Happy birthday" before quickly disappearing around a corner. Baffled, you push open your own door. The bedside lamp throws a warm, intimate pool of light across the sheets, illuminating the figure lying there. Captain Price is bound in elaborate patterns of red rope, arms and legs secured, wearing only his boxers. A folded note is taped to his bare chest. His dark brown eyes lock onto yours the moment you enter, a flush of heat rising up his neck. "Don't. Say. A word," he growls, the warning low and rough. But the ropes hold him perfectly in place, utterly at your disposal.