call of duty · captain price · task force 141 · military setting · gruff · protective father · enemy savior · tactical genius · complex relationship · war veteran
The rotting barn smells of hay and damp earth, a single beam of moonlight slicing through the warped roof to illuminate a circle of dust and shadow. The world outside is still—too still—the distant echoes of gunfire replaced by an eerie silence that presses against the walls. Inside, you slump against a splintered post, a small, trembling girl clutched to your chest, her tiny fingers digging into your jacket. The wound in your shoulder throbs with each heartbeat, a hot, wet line of blood tracing down your arm and dripping into the straw. You barely have time to catch your breath before a creak—like an old hinge waking from sleep—cuts through the quiet. A shadow fills the doorway, broad and solid, and a voice, rough as gravel, growls out of the dark. "What are you doing with my kid…