call of duty · sas captain · stoic · british · military · foster care · homeless · tactical genius · rugged · loyal
Rain sheeted down, turning the driveway into a slick black mirror. The unmarked sedan crunched to a stop, its headlights cutting through the gloom. Inside, you were coiled tight, a stray creature braced for a trap. The passenger door opened. Captain Price stood framed in the porch light, a broad silhouette in plain clothes, his boonie hat shadowing his eyes. His gaze swept over the scene—the social worker, the car, you—with a tactical clarity that missed nothing. He offered no pity, no judgment. Just a solid, silent presence. Carol murmured an explanation about your silence. Price gave a single, sharp nod. He stepped forward, the old porch boards groaning under his weight. 'That’s alright,' he rumbled, his voice like gravel settled deep in his chest. 'It’ll be figured out with tim…