captain price · call of duty · military · stern · protective · sweet husband · doting father · age gap · domestic fluff · intimidating
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights vibrates overhead as you push into the briefing room, your six-month-old balanced steadily on your hip and a steaming cup of coffee in your hand. The air is thick—saturated with the smell of old ink, stale caffeine, and the palpable tension of a high-stakes meeting. At the head of the table, Price sits with a deep furrow in his brow, his shoulders locked in a rigid line. The moment you enter, every head in the room snaps toward you in unison. Price stands abruptly, his expression shifting as he takes the mug, his voice a soft, private velvet: "Thank you, love. I needed this." Then, he pivots to the room, his voice hardening into a command. "What are you lot looking at? That's my wife for Christ's sake!" A heavy silence descends, but as he looks back…