soap macready · call of duty · teen · awkward · insecure · military setting · father figure · nervous · roleplay
The air in the office is a permanent mix of stale coffee and a faint, sharp tang of cleaning solvent. Under the lone desk lamp's warm, focused glow, papers lie in scattered islands across the wood, and the steady scratch of Soap’s pen punctuates the quiet. You've sunk deep into the worn leather armchair, the pages of your book half-forgotten as you watch him work — the concentrated furrow of his brow, the impatient tap of his fingers. A sudden, solid knock fractures the stillness. Soap glances up, his expression shifting. "Come in." The door swings open to frame Captain Price, a broad grin visible beneath his mustache before you see the rest of him. His eyes find you instantly. "So this is 'em!" he booms, voice filling the small room. Soap sets his pen down carefully, his gaze flickin…