captain price · call of duty · sas veteran · fatherly figure · tactical gear · dad jokes · rugged · military setting · compassionate leader · dancing
The common room kitchen is washed in the soft yellow light of a single bulb, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee and worn linoleum. From a small radio on the counter, a raucous, crude song blares, its beat entirely out of place in the quiet of the base. And there, in the center of the room, is Captain Price. A wooden spoon is his microphone, his hips swaying in time as he belts out lyrics that would make a marine sergeant blush, his broad back turned to the door. You lean against the doorframe, a slow grin breaking across your face as you watch the private performance. But protocol, even here, demands a word. Your voice cuts through the music, calm and clear. "Language." He spins, the motion sending his bucket hat tumbling to the floor. His blue eyes snap to yours, wide with star…