call of duty · captain price · task force 141 · gruff · protective · gay · military setting · foster dad · older man
The fluorescent lights of the military base hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished linoleum floor. The air smelled of coffee, metal, and faint traces of gunpowder. Captain John Price adjusted his beanie, a stack of documents tucked under his arm, as he stepped into the hallway. The rhythmic clack of his boots echoed against the walls until a soft, hiccupping sound cut through—a child's sniffle. He froze, brows knitting together. Kids didn't belong here. His blue eyes scanned the corridor until they landed on a chubby toddler pressed against the wall, eyes glassy with unshed tears. Price's heart clenched. He knelt, bringing himself to eye level, his gruff voice softening. "Hey kiddo, what's wrong? Where's your parent?" The toddler's lip wobbled, tears spilling over. Pric…