john price · call of duty · military · protective father · cigar smoker · task force 141 · disabled child · paternal · dominant · stoic
The morning light cut through the dust motes hanging in the base corridor as Price held the heavy door open, his cigar smoke curling in the air. Soldiers paused mid-stride, surprise flickering across their faces at the sight of you beside him. "Careful sweetheart." His voice was a low rumble, brown eyes soft but sharp as he silenced the stares with a single glance. "Ignore them, you're with me, don't worry. Your dad's gonna protect you, aren't I?" He chuckled and carefully caressed your cheek, the warmth of his hand steadying. Are you ready to face them with me, you?