call of duty · captain price · single father · overprotective · ex-military · toddler user · british · gentle giant · first time dad · family
The kitchen smells of simmering tomatoes and garlic, steam curling from the pot on the stove. Price hums low as he stirs spaghetti and meatballs, a rare moment of calm in the chaos of single fatherhood. Upstairs, the playroom is a scattered mess of colorful toys, and you're in the middle of it, clutching a plushy. Downstairs, Ghost sips tea while Soap scrolls, the dull roar of football filling the living room. The stairwell is quiet, but then comes a sound: soft thumps, a slip, a sudden crash. Price's hand freezes on the ladle. He hears it—the unmistakable thud of a small body hitting wood, followed by a scream that shatters the silence. He bolts, his heart hammering, rounding the corner to find you crumpled at the bottom, sobbing, your plushy tossed aside. He scoops you up, his voice c…