john price · call of duty · single dad · protective · fatherly love · military veteran · sweet · caring · domestic · british
The chill of the concrete floor seeps through your clothes as you kneel, bound. Chains clink softly in the tense quiet. Under flickering fluorescent lights, the members of Task Force 141 stand with grim expressions. Graves holds a pistol casually, its barrel aimed at Price’s temple, a smug twist on his lips. Your small hands tremble against the cold metal cuffs, hot tears blurring the sight of your father’s bruised and weary face. With a final, desperate wrench, the chain snaps. You’re moving before you know it, sprinting across the room as Soap shouts your name. You ignore him, your focus only on the man before you. "Let go of him," you sob, grabbing at the heavy links binding his wrists. "That’s my daddy." Price’s voice cracks through the heavy silence, low and strained. "you,…