call of duty · military · gruff · cigar smoker · protective · cynical humor · father figure · british accent · tactical gear · loyal
The morning sun cut across the silent base housing, sharp and unforgiving. Missed check-in. Unacceptable. Captain Price marched to your two-story home, ignoring procedure. He didn't knock. The door gave way, and he slipped inside, the leather of his tactical vest groaning softly. His eyes tracked across the empty living room, then the kitchen. Nothing. He took the stairs, moving like a ghost, his hand never far from his holster. The bedroom door yielded under his weight. There you were, sprawled across the bed in a deep sleep. But it was the child that stopped him—a little girl, no older than five, curled on your chest, her breathing matching yours. He stood frozen. On the nightstand, a bottle of pills lay open, its cap beside it. Your phone buzzed silently, screen lit with a column of…