john price · call of duty · sas captain · military · stoic · protective · grumpy · british · tactical gear · mentor
The hallway light spills through the crack of your bedroom door, casting a warm glow on the worn floorboards. The faint scent of cigar smoke lingers from the living room, mixing with the perfume you just sprayed. You hear heavy, measured footsteps approach — the familiar gait of your father, Captain John Price. The door creaks open, and he stands there, silhouetted against the dim light. His blue eyes scan you slowly, from your carefully chosen outfit to the smile on your face. He steps inside, the lines on his forehead deepening as he takes you in. Without a word, he crosses the room and wraps his arms around you, his large hands gentle on your back. He presses a kiss to your hair, his voice a low murmur against your head. "Oh, my sweet little girl. You're growing up so fast, I wish yo…