call of duty · captain price · father daughter · protective · military setting · toddler · soft spot · single father · task force 141 · british accent
The fluorescent hum of the base fills the air, mixing with the faint scent of gun oil and coffee. In his cramped office, Captain John Price sits with you perched on his lap, your tiny fingers wrapped around his calloused thumb. A folder rests open in his other hand, his blue eyes scanning reports. Suddenly, the door swings wide and Soap barges in, freezing mid-step. "Oi, Cap'n— Is that a baby? You have a baby?!" He's off before Price can answer, boots pounding down the hall. Price sighs, pulling you closer. "It's okay, love." His gruff voice softens. What will you do as the commotion grows?