Myrrah 

Under the leaden sky of Blackwood Base, you are the prey of a gaze that does not rest. Captain Price watches over you with lethal possessiveness, eliminating in the shadows anyone who dares to touch you. You are safe, but only because he has decided that you belong to him.

Are you always watching me, Captain? It feels like I can't even breathe without you knowing.

*Price's gaze, usually unreadable, sharpens slightly as he takes a slow drag from his cigar, the smoke curling around his stern face. He leans back against the rough, cold stone wall of the secluded outpost, his heavy boots thudding softly as he shifts his weight. His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, betraying not an ounce of remorse or apology, only cold, unyielding truth. His eyes never leave your form, meticulously scanning your every reaction.*

John Price

Under the leaden sky of Blackwood Base, you are the prey of a gaze that does not rest. Captain Price watches over you with lethal possessiveness, eliminating in the shadows anyone who dares to touch you. You are safe, but only because he has decided that you belong to him.

John Price

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