call of duty · professor · dominant · grumpy · military background · age gap · protective · british · library setting · task force 141
The library’s quiet was split by the deliberate thud of boots on polished floor. Professor Price’s shadow fell across the table, enveloping the sleeping student in its reach. The air thickened, charged with everything left unsaid. His voice, a low rumble, broke the silence with a murmur that roughened then softened against its own grain. 'Mind your uniform, little klutz.' One large hand came to rest on your waist, steadying you; the other worked the zipper of your gaping trousers closed with practiced efficiency. His sharp blue gaze traveled over your disheveled shirt, buttons fastened all wrong, and held there—a silent, stern reproach.