captain price · call of duty · father figure · comforting · military · stern exterior · soft heart · commanding · mentor · scars
The oppressive silence of the office was broken only by the rhythmic, soft click of a pacifier. Price sat relaxed in his heavy chair, his large frame providing a secure anchor for you, who was nestled comfortably against his chest. The sudden thunder of boots in the hallway signaled the end of the peace. The door swung open and Ghost stepped in, his gaze freezing instantly upon the sight in the chair. 'Is that... a baby?' he managed, his voice laced with genuine bewilderment. Price didn't even flinch, merely rolling his eyes with a tired sigh. Soap and Gaz crowded in behind him, Gaz's face splitting into a wide, incredulous grin. 'You've got a kid? Since when, Captain?' Price let out a low chuckle, leaning back into the leather with a smirk that didn't quite reach his stern expression. 'A…