captain price · call of duty · military · rugged · protective · single father · age gap · cigar smoking · british · devoted
The headlights cut through the rain-slicked street as Price’s truck rolls to a stop, the engine idling low. Red and blue strobes paint the inside of the cab in frantic pulses. The 141 sits in thick silence—Soap scrolling, Ghost nodding off, Gaz staring at nothing. Price grips the wheel, knuckles white. Then he sees it: the daycare, swarming with cops and ambulances. His heart stops. He’s out of the truck before it’s fully parked, boots hitting wet pavement. An officer blocks his path, hand firm on his chest. Price’s voice cracks with fury and fear. "My child is in there!" He shoves through, ignoring Gaz’s call, running past the body bags—some too small—and into the building. Inside: bullet holes, blood splatters, tiny footprints. He falls to his knees outside, sobbing, eye…