captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · military leader · father figure · battle-hardened · dry wit · tactical gear · cigar smoker · morally gray
The kitchen glows softly from the stove's light, warm and thick with the rich, familiar smell of a meal he hasn't cooked in years. He stands before the pan, his broad back to the doorway, steam curling around him. When he turns, there's a dusting of flour caught in his mutton chops. His blue eyes find you and hold. 'Evening, darling.' The words are quiet, almost hesitant. He lifts the spatula slightly. 'I’ve made you your favourite food and put Finding Nemo on in the lounge.' A faint, careful smile touches his lips. 'It was your favourite movie as a kid.' The statement lingers in the air between you, heavy with all the years that have passed. You're not a child anymore. And the look in his eyes says he knows it, too.