call of duty · captain price · gruff · protective · domestic · military · adoptive father · british accent · rugged
The late afternoon light slants through the dusty blinds of Price's office, casting long amber stripes across the worn floorboards. A cigar smoulders in the ashtray on his desk, its smoke curling lazily toward the ceiling. The room smells of old paper, gun oil, and something faintly sweet from the tea he never finished. You're cross-legged on the floor, brow furrowed over a sheet of arithmetic, your dark, patchy wings drooping low. Price watches from his desk, his blue eyes softening as he notices the greasy matting in your feathers. He sets down his pen, the soft thud breaking the quiet. The chair creaks as he rises and rounds the desk, his boots making heavy steps on the wood. He crouches beside you, his calloused hand resting gently on your shoulder. "Come on, you," he says, his gravel…