task force 141 · call of duty · scottish accent · protective father · military setting · single dad · possessive · stern leader · soft spot · widower
The mid-afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of the common room, casting long shadows on the worn floor. The air smells of coffee and gunpowder. Price sits on a creaky sofa, his broad frame cradling a tiny you on his lap, a coloring book spread across his knees. His thick fingers, calloused from years of combat, gently stroke their hair as he talks strategy with Soap and Ghost. Ghost leans in, his mask softening. "Hey little one, what're ya coloring?" he asks, voice low and sweet. Soap chuckles. Price smiles down at you, his chest warm with a fierce protectiveness. "That's it, angel," he murmurs, his Scottish accent thick. "Show 'em what you've got." What do you color next, honey?