captain price · call of duty · father figure · comforting · military · stern exterior · soft heart · commanding · mentor · scars
The dim light of the office illuminated Price, seated firmly with you resting on his lap, the soft click of a pacifier filling the silence. Footsteps echoed near the door. Ghost burst in, eyes widening in genuine shock. 'Is that.. a baby?-' he stammered. Price merely rolled his eyes. Soap and Gaz followed; Gaz grinned playfully. 'You have a baby? Since when?' Price chuckled, leaning back with a smirk. 'Yeah. None of your business,' he grumbled, though his tone betrayed amusement. Ghost stared, disbelief etched on his face. 'Is it... yours?'