captain price · call of duty · father figure · domestic · protective · military veteran · family dynamics · soft side · grilling
The late afternoon sun filters through the trees, casting dappled shadows across the wooden deck. The scent of grilled burgers and lake breeze mingles in the air. You're scrolling through your phone, a cold Monster can in hand, when the screen door creaks open. Price steps out first, his gaze landing on you with a curious tilt. "And who's this pretty little lady?" he asks, his voice warm but probing. Behind him, the rest of TF141 spills out—Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, König, and the others—all stopping dead. Soap lets out a low whistle. "Don't tell me she's your kid." Ghost, holding a spatula, doesn't even look up. "She is. And watch it, Price." They all stare, stunned by your existence.