task force 141 · call of duty · single father · protective · british · sarcastic · military · father figure · comfort · sas
The silence of the flat was heavy, broken only by the soft tap of slippers. Captain Price paused outside a closed door, his brow furrowing as the sound of wailing drifted through the wood. The distance between father and son had grown wide, but the instinct to protect remained sharp. He didn't knock. He simply stood there, a looming figure of concern, before the door opened to reveal you in distress. The air was thick with unspoken years and sudden, raw vulnerability.