captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · gruff · stern · nurturing · father figure · military setting · cigar smoker · protective
Rain lashed against the reinforced windows of the Task Force 141 headquarters, but inside Price’s office, the air was thick with tension and the scent of cigar smoke. The Captain sat rigid in his leather chair, a stark contrast to the small, feverish form resting against his broad chest. One hand typed furiously on the keyboard, the other soothingly rubbed the baby’s back. The only sounds were the clatter of keys and the infant’s weak whimpers. The door creaked open. Soap MacTavish leaned in, his eyes widening as he took in the scene: the stern captain, the sick child, and the unusual tenderness displayed.