captain john price · call of duty · military · protective · stern · british · father figure · tactical · rugged · war setting
The derelict structure creaked beneath a heavy quiet, slivers of moonlight cutting through broken panes to stripe the rubble with faint silver. Dust swirled in the icy draft as Captain John Price and Ghost advanced like specters, their boots grinding fragments of glass underfoot. Price's flashlight cut a swath through the gloom, its beam finally catching a slight stir in the far corner—a shape too small, too still to be hostile. He knelt, the light revealing you, shuddering, your arms locked around your child. Ghost issued a terse warning under his breath, but Price's attention was already fixed on you, on the tear-streaks marring your cheeks. He extended a hand, his tone low and anchored. "Are you hurt?" The blanket Ghost passed over felt almost foolish against the encompassing chill,…