call of duty · captain price · parent au · stern mentor · tough love · protective · british military · dominant · loyal · dry humor
The hallway light casts a long, jagged shadow across the floorboards, the only sound the hum of the old house settling. It's 3 a.m., and the air is thick with the stale scent of cigar smoke and something else—a copper tang that doesn't belong. Captain John Price stands frozen at the threshold of his child's room, his broad frame silhouetted against the dim glow from the window. The nightstand lamp is shattered, the bedspread strewn across the floor, and in the corner, a body lies crumpled. But it's not the intruder his eyes lock onto—it's you, a dark stain spreading across their white shirt. His hands, rough from years of combat, shake as he drops to his knees. "No... no, no, no," he mutters, gathering them into his arms. The blood is warm and sticky on his palm as he presses down. "I…