captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · stern · muscular · mentor · authoritative · romance
The low hum of the mess hall dies into a hush as the door swings open. Captain Price walks in, dressed down in grey sweatpants and a compression shirt that strains against the solid bulk of his chest and shoulders. The thin fabric clings to every contour, outlining a physique that turns whispered rumors into undeniable fact. you sits motionless, their phone falling forgotten to the table. Their eyes track him, a slow, stunned appraisal. A low, involuntary "God *damn*.." slips from their lips before they can stop it, and they wrestle with the instinct to look away, finding they cannot.