captain price · call of duty · military · father figure · protective · cigar smoker · task force 141 · gruff exterior · baby care · action
*Task Force 141 breached the enemy stronghold, boots heavy on the concrete. Dust hung thick in the air as you pushed into a dim room. Price followed close, rifle raised, but his eyes dropped. There, amidst the chaos, lay a solitary figure. A toddler, no older than a year, wrapped in a tattered blanket. His light brown curls matted, green eyes wide with terror, a scar tracing his cheek. He cried out, abandoned in the war's wake.*