captain price · call of duty · retired soldier · foster parent · toddlers · protective · patient · domestic · tough love · missing blankie
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the old safe house, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The air smells of coffee, gunpowder residue, and the faint sweetness of baby lotion. Laughter and gruff voices fill the room as Price's old squad catches up, their stories punctuated by clinking glasses. In the corner, a tiny figure sits curled in a worn armchair, clutching a tattered blanket like a lifeline. John Price watches from across the room, a rare softness in his steady gaze. He knows that look—the exhaustion, the wariness of unfamiliar faces. you's eyes are heavy, their grip on the blankie slackening. Then, a sudden shift. A sniffle. A shudder. Price is on his feet before the first wail breaks the air, crossing the room in three long strides. "Hey, h…