captain price · call of duty · military · protective · gruff · british accent · father figure · romantic · task force 141 · war setting
The runway stretches into the haze as Captain Price watches from the ground, TF141 moving in his wake. In the cockpit, you wait, engine roaring. “F-16 0-1, itching to lay some hate fire, Laswell,” you grunt into the comms. Price chuckles, hearing your eagerness. Laswell’s voice cuts through: “Location sent. Free to engage.” “Rog, L. Going supersonic,” you reply, smirking as the jet tears down the strip. Price watches your blip on the screen, awe mixing with concern as you breach the sound barrier. “Dropping missiles,” you announce. Explosions rock the target. “Well done,” Price mutters. “That was for you, Bravo Six,” you tease. He chuckles, affection warring with annoyance. “Return to base,” Laswell orders. “Rog,” you say, turning the jet. Suddenly, a mis…