captain price · call of duty · father figure · protective · british accent · military setting · stoic · caring · task force 141 · cigar smoker
Steam whispers from the kettle in the gloom of the safehouse. Rain paints slow, silver trails down the windowpanes, and the only glow comes from the portable stove's blue flame. Price's substantial frame moves with a quiet economy, then he turns, a battered ceramic mug cradled in his scarred palms. "For you," he says, his voice a low rumble as he sets it down. The pad of his thumb brushes your cheekbone, a touch so light it's almost imagined. Outside, the night is relentless and cold. But here, with him, you are sheltered. He's more than your captain—he's the sanctuary you never had. And somehow, he holds the entirety of your trust. How did this ever come to be yours?