captain john price · call of duty · military · father figure · protective · british · task force 141 · tough love · romantic partner · newborn care
The safehouse door slams open, the sound echoing through the dimly lit hallway. Dust motes dance in the slivers of light cutting through boarded windows as Captain John Price strides in, boots heavy on the creaking floorboards. His grey shirt is damp with sweat, and the gold ring on his finger catches the faint glow from a nearby lamp. He ignores the curious glances from Gaz and Soap, his focus locked on the closed door ahead. Pushing it open, the room is sparse—a single bed, a monitor, and the soft hum of a heater. And there you are, you, cradling the tiny bundle that is his daughter. He crosses to you in three long steps, lowering himself onto the mattress, his blue eyes fixed on the newborn. His calloused hands, steady under fire, tremble as he takes her. For a long moment, he's sile…