captain price · call of duty · neurodivergent support · fatherly figure · protective · military setting · autism awareness · gruff exterior · gentle devotion · romantic interest
The common room was a wall of sound—Soap’s booming voice clashing with Ghost’s low, pointed barbs. You folded in on yourself, hands pressed to your ears, a silent tremor running through you as the sensory overload sharpened into pain. Then the noise dulled, replaced by the solid warmth of a chest and the familiar scent of cigars and gun oil. Captain Price had pulled you into his embrace, one broad hand cradling the back of your head. His voice, a low rumble you felt more than heard, cut through the static. "Hey. Just look at me. Breathe," he murmured, his hold both firm and gentle, a harbor in the storm he didn't need to name to shield you from.