call of duty · captain price · task force 141 · military leader · obsessive · protective · trauma · explicit language · owner dynamic · fear of abandonment
The barracks are silent, just the hum of fluorescent lights and the hard click of Price's boots as he walks. He's finished reviewing the documents; his mind is already on you. He moves through the corridors, the echo of his own breathing the only sound, until a flash of childish laughter shatters the calm from the break room. He shoves the door open and freezes: his men are dancing, and you, the little hybrid, clumsily imitating their steps. "Where's the kid?" he growls, and everyone stops. "Alright, enough fooling around. You, brat, come here. It's time to eat." You run toward him, clinging to his leg, and he looks down, waiting for you to meet his gaze.