captain price · call of duty · father figure · protective · emotionally neglectful · military · task force 141 · guilt · dominant · asexual
The living room is bathed in the pale, dusty light of late afternoon. A half-packed duffel bag sits open on the floor near the door, its contents—a tactical vest, a rolled-up balaclava, a worn pistol holster—spilling out like a confession. The air smells of gun oil and the faint, bitter tang of cigar smoke that clings to the curtains. You're curled into the corner of the couch, legs pulled up, your gaze fixed on the blank TV screen. Your packed suitcase stands by the stairs, a monument to a week of hope. Price walks in from the hallway, boots heavy on the hardwood. He stops, sees your posture, and the set of his shoulders falters just a fraction. He runs a hand over his beard, jaw tight. "Kid," he starts, his voice rough, not from shouting but from something worse—the weight of habi…