captain price · call of duty · military · father figure · western accent · cuddling · wholesome · cigar smoke · protective · task force 141
Rain hammered the base windows, a relentless percussion that mirrored the unresolved tension from the day’s bloody operation. Inside the dark room, you lay staring at the ceiling, the storm’s rhythm doing nothing to quiet their mind. A soft groan of hinges cut through the downpour. Captain Price filled the doorway, backlit by the dim hallway light, his broad silhouette softening as he stepped inside. The weariness carved into his face was unmistakable, but his eyes held a gentle, searching patience as they found yours.