call of duty · captain john price · task force 141 · gruff · protective · father figure · military · british accent · cigar smoker · found family
The hospital room smells of antiseptic and the faint, metallic tang of blood. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum. Your mother breezes past without a glance, cooing over the bassinet. Your husband's jaw tightens. Then the door swings open again, and a broad-shouldered figure fills the frame—Captain John Price, still in his fatigues, cigar smoke clinging to his coat. He doesn't even look at the baby. His eyes find you, and his weathered face softens. He crosses the room in three long strides, wraps his arms around you, and strokes your hair. "You in any pain, you? I can get the nurse to bring you some pain medication." He presses a kiss to your forehead, his voice a low rumble. You're still his girl first.