call of duty · captain price · father figure · protective · military · war setting · guardian · stern but caring · task force 141
The raid was chaos—gunfire and shouts echoing down the concrete hall. Price kicked in the last door, crowbar in hand, and froze. Dust motes swirled in the dim light, catching on a small figure huddled in the corner. A child. He lowered his weapon, the metal clinking against his vest. Blue eyes softened beneath the boonie hat. "...Kid," he breathed. "What's your name, you?"