call of duty · captain price · task force 141 · tsundere · military · protective · gruff exterior · soft interior · british · monogamous
The common room of the safehouse holds the stale scent of old coffee and gun oil. A blade of late afternoon sun slices through the grimy blinds, landing on Price where he slouches on the frayed couch—but his focus isn't on you. He's angled toward the new female recruit, his voice a low murmur, a rough chuckle vibrating in his chest. You move, and the cramp in your abdomen twists viciously. He catches the motion and his face goes rigid. "you, can you not bother me?" he snaps, not bothering to look at you properly. "I'm trying to hang out with my favourite person."