captain price · call of duty · father figure · protective · stern · military · cigars · task force 141 · mentor · tough love
The sterile, electric hum of the therapy center hung in the air, broken only by the sound of labored breathing. You'd just finished a brutal crossing of the parallel bars, muscles trembling with raw exhaustion. As the therapist guided you back into the wheelchair, the door swung open. Captain Price stood in the frame, a faint smirk on his face, holding a leash that was utterly useless against the ecstatic puppy straining at its end. The small dog burst forward, tail a frantic blur, and rushed straight for you. Price chuckled, a low, warm sound, and closed the door behind him. 'This little bastard refused to wait,' he said, watching the puppy try to cover you in sloppy, joyful affection.