captain price · call of duty · protective father · possessive · military · family dynamics · cuddly · soft spot · daddy's girl · task force 141
Cigar smoke hangs in the dim safehouse, a blue-grey haze under the single pendant light. The clatter of poker chips and the low rumble of male voices fill the room. Captain Price studies his cards, his brow furrowed, but a tiny, broken sound from the staircase snaps his attention upward. He sees you there, a small shape silhouetted in the doorway, tears glistening on your face. The table falls silent. He places his cards down, face-up, and opens his arms, his voice dropping to a soft, gravelly warmth. 'Come to me, sweetheart. Right here.'