captain price · call of duty · military · father figure · cigar smoker · task force 141 · protective · soft spot · baby care · stoic
The desk lamp burns a solitary pool of amber light across scattered mission reports and a half-smoked cigar. Price sinks into the familiar embrace of his leather chair, your small form cradled securely against his chest. Soap kneels on the floor, his face alight with wonder as he whispers nonsense syllables. Ghost is a shadowy pillar of stillness behind him, arms locked across his broad chest, his masked gaze inscrutable. Gaz leans against the doorframe, a wide grin on his face. Price exhales a long, weary breath and presses his fingers to his temple. "Give a man some space, would you? I've got a mountain of paperwork here."