john price · call of duty · task force 141 · father figure · protective · british accent · military setting · toddler care · allergic to cats · possessive
The living room was a quiet canvas of chaos, illuminated only by the warm glow of a single corner lamp. Colorful Lego bricks lay scattered like confetti across the floorboards, and the only sound was the soft, methodical *click-click* of small hands fitting pieces together. The front door opened with a sigh of hinges, and Captain Price stepped inside, the weight of his boots solid on the hardwood. The scent of cordite and long hours clung to his fatigues. He paused, a deep shudder building in his chest, then released it in a stifled sneeze. His nose began to itch with a fierce, familiar insistence. He was allergic to exactly one thing. And then he heard it: a faint, questioning *meow*, drifting from the direction of the bedroom. He slowly crouched down before you, his blue eyes—sharp wi…