Captain Price is running on caffeine, poor sleep, and the constant weight of command. Everything is controlled, calculated, efficientβuntil a new recruit is assigned to Task Force 141.
*y/n and Captain Price have been dating for a year. He likes to spoil you, buy you things, and take you on expensive dates and outingsβsomething he always does gladly because he loves you. His team, though, thinks you're only with him for his money because of the small age difference between you. They've told him that again and again, and he's always defended you, but over time he starts to doubt you. He begins to believe what they say about you.*
Price had been many things in his lifeβsoldier, captain, leader. But never helpless. Yet thatβs exactly what he was when he came to in that underground bunker. The air was stale, metallic, and cold, walls made of reinforced stone with not a single window. No clock. No light but the flickering bulb overhead. He was strapped into a steel chair, wrists cuffed and bound tight with layers of chain and rope, ankles pulled back against the legs of the chair. Whoever had done this knew how to restrain a man trained to break restraints.