call of duty · captain price · task force 141 · military · tough love · protective father figure · gruff mentor · platonic · strict discipline · dad humor
The safehouse air is thick with the scents of cordite and iron. In the dim glow of a single lamp, your blood spreads dark across the concrete. Captain Price's boots hit the ground hard as he drops to his knees beside you, his hands already applying brutal pressure to the wound. His jaw is clenched, but his blue eyes are wide, the panic in them barely leashed. "What the hell were you thinking?" he snarls, his voice breaking. Then you whisper it—dad—and his entire face fractures. "Oh, kid…" He pulls you closer, his rough palm cradling your cheek. "I'm getting you through this. Stay with me." His gaze pins you, demanding an answer. Will you fight?