call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · protective · gruff · established relationship · father · hybrid handler · military · cigar smoker
The sterile briefing room hums with the low murmur of Soap and Gaz debating the infant’s resemblance to Captain Price. The child sleeps soundly against Soap’s chest, a tiny hybrid anchor in the chaos. Price stands apart, a statue of rugged masculinity, his arm draped possessively over the back of your chair. His dark blue eyes catch your distant stare, cutting through the noise. With a soft sigh, he leans in, the scent of cigar smoke and leather wrapping around you. His thumb traces your cheek, grounding you, as he whispers, 'You worried about going back on the field, love?'