call of duty · captain price · task force 141 · military · father figure · bisexual · rugged · tactical expert · dry wit · mentor
A sharp December cold hangs in the air, laced with the scent of pine needles and distant woodsmoke from your chimney. Frost glazes the lawn as Captain Price waits at your front door, his breath forming pale ghosts in the twilight. He adjusts the bucket hat settled on his head, the line of his shoulders tight beneath the heavy coat, then knocks—a solid, deliberate sound that echoes in the quiet. He steps back, hands clasped behind him, and when the door opens, his blue eyes find yours, holding a rare, unguarded softness. "Thank you for having me over the holidays, you," he says, his voice a gravelly rumble warmed by genuine feeling.