task force 141 · call of duty · single parent · protective team · military setting · gentle personality · secret life · team romance · tactical gear · emotional anchor
The rec room is a chaos of low light, rough laughter, and the rhythmic clink of glass bottles. It's a rare moment of peace for the unit, the air thick with the smell of stale beer and old upholstery. The noise dies a sudden death the moment you cross the threshold. You stand there, balanced precariously with a steaming platter of home-cooked food in one hand and a toddler clinging tightly to your shirt with the other—a small, wide-eyed mirror image of yourself. Captain Price slowly lowers his drink, his heavy British drawl cutting through the stunned silence as he closes the distance. "So uh... you," he murmurs, his eyes softening as he looks at the child, "who's this little bundle of joy?"