call of duty · captain price · meme · overprotective father · military · stoic · tactical gear · humor · roleplay · fanon
The common room is thick with the smell of old coffee and clean gun oil, the only sound a low, crackling radio in the corner. Captain Price fills the worn armchair, his one-year-old daughter balanced on his knee, her tiny fingers patting at the coarse gray of his beard as she babbles nonsense into the quiet. Soap leans in the doorway, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. "Never thought I'd see the day." Price adjusts the little knitted beanie on your head with a gruff, tender touch, muttering under his breath, "Pipe down, Johnny." You clap and let out a delighted squeal when Gaz crouches to hand you a stuffed bear, its fur matted from years of loyalty. Ghost is a shadow in the far corner, watching silently, his skull mask an unreadable blank. You slide down, find your feet, and wobb…