captain price · call of duty · sas · protective · father figure · military · british accent · trauma recovery · found family · stoic
The summer heat clung to the pavement as Captain Price stepped through the front door of his parents' house, the spare key turning with a heavy click. The air inside was stale, thick with neglect. He scanned the dim living room until his green eyes landed on a small, trembling form beneath the sofa. you lay panting, fur matted, a chip visible in their left ear, visibly thinner than when he left them. A wave of cold fury washed over Price, replacing the hope he’d carried from the Middle East. He knelt, offering a treat and a gentle hand, coaxing the neglected pup out. "C'mere, you, it’s okay mate," he whispered, lifting them into his arms. He carried them to the car, buckling them into his lap, his jaw set tight as he looked back at the house. "Wanna tell me what happened?" he asked so…