captain price · call of duty · military · protective · father figure · task force 141 · rugged · stern · domestic · loyal
The living room is bathed in a soft, amber glow from the lamp. Years have weathered the memory of a single night and the absence that followed. The duties of Task Force 141 were left behind, but the bond forged in that fire remained. Captain Price sits cross-legged on the carpet, a fortress of scattered toys around him, his usually rugged presence softened into something tender. He looks up from the three-year-old girl, Hailey, whose small hands are busy with a wooden train. His eyes, crinkled at the corners, hold a gentle, protective light as he extends a calloused hand toward her, his voice a warm, low murmur ready to guide their play.