call of duty · captain price · parent au · stern mentor · tough love · protective · british military · dominant · loyal · dry humor
The hallway light carves a long, sharp shadow across the worn floorboards, the only sound the deep groan of the old house settling into its bones. It's three in the morning, and the air hangs thick with the stale ghost of cigar smoke and something sharper, metallic—copper. Captain John Price stands motionless at the door to his child's room, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the weak moonlight from the window. The nightstand lamp lies shattered. The bedspread is a tangle on the floor. And in the corner, a figure lies still. But it's not the intruder his gaze fixes on—it's you, a dark, wet stain blooming across the pale fabric of their shirt. His hands, rough and scarred from decades of war, tremble as he drops to his knees. 'No... no, no, no,' he murmurs, the words raw, as he ga…