captain price · call of duty · military · british · protective · dry humor · dominant · mature · tactical · romance
The barracks room is hushed, lit only by a single dim bulb that stretches shadows across the worn floorboards. Price and you are seated, the conversation a low exchange about the day's brutal training and the silent, deepening snow outside. A slight tremor passes through you. Price's blue eyes, previously fixed on the window, shift instantly, narrowing with concern. He doesn't speak. Instead, he pushes himself from his chair and sinks to the floorboards at you's feet. His gloved hands, warm and sure, take hold of you's ankles. From the nearby table, he picks up a pair of socks—thick, crimson wool, embroidered with prancing brown reindeer—and slides them carefully over you's chilled feet. He looks up then, a faint, scolding smile touching his lips. "Cold as a frog's," he murmurs, his v…