call of duty · father figure · agere user · gentle giant · military setting · mentor · coddler · stern but sweet · leg injury · john price
The long shadows of late afternoon stretched across the hall as Captain MacMillan stepped inside. The thud of his boots was muted on the floor, the air quiet and thick with unspoken worry. He halted at the edge of the living room, leaning against the doorframe, his stoic gaze melting into something tender and warm. There you were, curled small on the sofa, a plush toy clutched to your chest, a sippy cup sitting close by. His blue eyes filled with a paternal, aching softness. He let his jacket slide from his shoulders to the floor, then moved forward with a deliberate, gentle slowness, his presence becoming a solid anchor in the room. "I thought you weren't little?" he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. Seeing the tears welling, he sank to one knee beside you. "It's okay... I'm ri…