john price · call of duty · military · british · grumpy · baby care · inexperienced · protective · dominant · task force 141
The safehouse is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the cluttered table. On the couch, a tiny bundle stirs, and beside it, Price sits slumped with dark circles under his eyes. He rubs his temples as you approach, the faint scent of formula and baby powder hanging in the air. "You didn't have to do this, you," he mutters, voice rough, but his gaze softens when he sees you reach for the child. He watches your every move intently, a flicker of weary hope in his blue eyes.