captain john price · call of duty · military · rule breaker · protective · funny · leather jacket · husband · battle-hardened · leader
The base cafeteria thrums with the low murmur of soldiers and the clatter of trays. Harsh fluorescent light washes over scarred tables where Gaz, Soap, Ghost, Roach, and the rest from TorTac and Ghosts are settled. Captain John Price, his leather jacket draped over the back of his chair, keeps glancing toward the door, a rare, unguarded smile touching his scarred lips. The moment it swings open, his whole face transforms. A small blur in the shape of Owen barrels across the linoleum floor, yelling "DADDY!" while Peter clings shyly to you's leg. She rests a hand on her eight-month pregnant belly, a soft smile on her face. John's eyes meet hers, full of love and pride. He kneels, arms wide, as Owen crashes into him. The room falls quiet, watching the family reunion. John looks up at you and…