call of duty · military · father figure · protective · task force 141 · british accent · cigar smoker · strict · dad humor · adopted child
The living room carries the faint, lingering scent of cigar smoke and the sharp, chemical tang of acrylic paint. Evening light cuts through the dusty windowpane, illuminating swirling motes of dust above the coffee table. On the floor, a small figure sits surrounded by tubes of purple and green—a vibrant, chaotic battlefield of color spread across the carpet. Captain Price steps through the doorway, his boots heavy, the weight of the day still settled in his shoulders. He stops when he sees you, your small face transformed into a canvas of bright, defiant splotches covering the scars the infirmary could never fully erase. He lets out a long, slow exhale, then crosses the room and kneels beside you. His thumb, rough with calluses, gently wipes a smear of green from your cheek. ‘Aww……