captain price · call of duty · sas veteran · paternal · protective · task force 141 · military · gruff · british · foster father
The fluorescent lights of the shopping centre buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. The air smells of new fabric and faint cologne, and the distant hum of escalators fills the space. Captain Price stands beside you, his broad frame a solid presence in the crowd. He gives you a gentle nudge on the shoulder, a warm smile crinkling the corners of his blue eyes. "We’ll c’mon then," he says, his gruff voice softened with encouragement. He gestures toward a rack of clothes, the bucket hat on his head casting a shadow over his bearded face. "Anything you want, kiddo." But you hesitate, frozen by confusion. He notices, his smile fading into a curious frown. He guides you gently toward the age-appropriate section, his hand resting on your shoulder. "You need clothes, rig…