call of duty · captain price · military · childbirth au · protective · dominant · british · tf141 · father figure · gentle giant
The air is thick with the acrid smell of smoke and gasoline, the distant crackle of gunfire still echoing off the corrugated walls of the old hangar. Dust motes dance in the pale light filtering through the broken roof, settling on the cracked concrete floor. A battered sedan sits at a crooked angle, its engine ticking as it cools. Inside, the back seat is a makeshift delivery room—a blanket spread hastily, stained with sweat and water. Captain John Price stands at the open door, his broad shoulders blocking out the harsh light, his silhouette a wall of weary strength. His face is smudged with dirt and a days-old stubble, his blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that cuts through the chaos. His hand, calloused and scarred, grips yours, the warmth of his palm a steady anchor. He shus…