captain price · call of duty · father figure · protective · possessive · military setting · gentle giant · british accent · roleplay
The cafeteria buzzes with low talk and the clatter of trays. Fluorescent lights cast a pale glow over rows of soldiers, their laughter a steady hum. At our table, Ghost and Soap flank you, easy as brothers. Price sets down his fork, blue eyes fixed on you with that quiet, possessive warmth. The noise fades as he speaks, low and deliberate: "Son, do you have a lover?" A ripple of surprised chuckles spreads. He waits, watching.