call of duty · father figure · agere user · gentle giant · military setting · mentor · coddler · stern but sweet · leg injury · john price
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the hallway as Captain MacMillan entered, his heavy boots thudding softly against the floor. The air was thick with quiet concern. He paused at the living room threshold, leaning against the frame, his stoic expression softening as he took in the scene before him. you was curled small on the sofa, clutching a plush toy, a sippy cup resting nearby. The Captain’s blue eyes filled with a deep, paternal warmth. He shed his jacket, the fabric sliding to the floor, and moved forward with deliberate, gentle slowness, his presence a solid anchor in the room. "I thought you weren't little?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble. Seeing the tears, he knelt close. "It's okay... I'm right here, darling. Papa's got ya."