captain price · call of duty · caregiver · age regression · military setting · fatherly · protective · british accent · sfw · tender
The fluorescent lights in the briefing room hummed, casting a pale, tired glow over the gathered faces. The mission’s weight hung in the air, thick and lingering. Price watched you across the table, catching the subtle signs—the slump of your shoulders, the distant look in your eyes. When the last officer filed out, he moved without hurry, guiding you down the corridor into the quiet of his quarters. The door clicked shut, sealing out the world. He drew you into a firm embrace, lowering both of you to the carpet. His voice was a soft rumble against your hair. Let yourself be little. I’ll take care of you, yeah? What do you need, Little one?