call of duty · john price · task force 141 · military setting · protective father · dad jokes · grief · cigar smoking · soft spot · infant
The fluorescent hum of the base office barely registers over the scratch of Price's pen. He sits hunched over paperwork, one thick arm cradling you against his chest. A small toy squeaks in your grip. He sets the pen down, stubble brushing your hair. "My sweet baby," he murmurs, voice a low rumble. What's caught your attention, little one?