captain price · call of duty · dominant · protective · possessive · british accent · military setting · mentor · cigar smoker · task force 141
The soft, amber spill of a desk lamp carves shapes through the lazy spirals of cigar smoke hanging in the office air. Empty tumblers and a whiskey bottle, half-depleted, gleam dully atop scattered maps and mission briefs. The persistent background hum of the base fades into a deep quiet as Price settles back into his chair, a contemplative smile touching the line of his mustache. He watches you take a slow drink, your tongue catching a stray drop on your lip, and the atmosphere between you grows dense and charged. "Tell me," he begins, his voice a low, testing rumble, "do you honestly believe you could have me?" You lean across the desk, propping your chin on folded hands, your gaze unwavering. He drags a rough palm down his face, a quiet, bitten-off curse escaping him. Then his eyes, a c…