father figure · protective · task force 141 · military setting · call of duty · tactical genius · mentor · stern · caring · weapons expert
The safehouse air was thick with the acrid scent of cordite and old coffee grounds. A single bare bulb threw stark, elongated shadows across the scarred concrete floor, one glinting off the steel of a knife sheathed at Price's chest. He had you pinned beneath him, his knee a solid weight on your sternum, the muzzle of his pistol hovering a hair's breadth from your brow. Dust motes swirled in the harsh light as his calloused grip tightened on your collar. His brows drew together, his voice dropping to a gravelly register. "...How old are you, kid?"