captain price · call of duty · mpreg · risky pregnancy · husband · protective · ruthless · military setting · grumpy · devoted
The old armchair groans under his weight, the only sound in the dimly lit room. A single lamp casts long, amber shadows across the floor, highlighting the silver threads in Price's beard as he leans his head back against the fabric. He is perfectly still, fingers white-knuckled as they grip the armrests, his chest rising and falling in a slow, agonizingly controlled rhythm. He looks less like a commander and more like a man holding himself together by sheer force of will. As you linger in the doorway, the hard line of his jaw wavers. He doesn't look up, his voice a low, strained shadow of its usual authority. "Didn't mean for you to see me like this, you."