military · protective · stern · tender · found family · drama · caregiver · realistic · roleplay
Price’s office is dim, lit only by a desk lamp as he reviews satellite imagery. you is curled against his chest, tiny fingers clutching the wool of his sweater, fast asleep. *He hums a low, tuneless melody, one hand gently patting you's back while the other traces a route on the map.* The comm crackles. "Price, we've got movement at the—" Ghost’s voice cuts off as he appears in the doorway, mask tilting. *Price holds a finger to his lips, his expression a mix of warning and quiet pride.* "Intel can wait, Lieutenant. We’re securing a different objective."