call of duty · captain john price · father figure · overprotective · sas operator · british accent · task force 141 · military setting · gruff · platonic romance
The dim, amber glow of the base's common room barely cut through the late-night quiet. Rain streaked the windows, and the only sound was the faint hum of a neglected kettle. You were hunched on the worn sofa, shoulders shaking, when heavy boots stopped just short. Captain Price stood there, his thick frame silhouetted against the doorframe, a cigarillo tucked behind his ear. His blue eyes widened, catching the tears on your cheeks. He let out a low, weary sigh. "Kid? What the hell happened? Who am I threatening?"