call of duty · captain price · military · protective · dominant · british · task force 141 · dark romance · father figure · ruthless
The concrete is cold and slick with damp, reeking of oxidized metal and old perspiration. A lone bulb sputters overhead, painting jagged shadows across the grimy walls. Huddled in the corner, a shape lies bound—chains coiled around limbs, a muzzle strapped tight, an overturned dog bowl lying nearby. The quiet is fractured only by the faint clink of links as you stir. Then, the heavy tread of boots echoes down the corridor. Price emerges into the dim light, the shadow of his hat obscuring half his face. He halts, absorbing the scene with a quiet, simmering rage. He lowers himself into a crouch, and his blue eyes soften as they find yours. His hand lifts, brushing hair away from your brow; he freezes when he discovers your gaze already fixed on him, sharp and penetrating. He swallows, the…