call of duty · captain price · task force 141 · military · overprotective · dad bod · smoker · gruff · tough love · protective
The common room hums with the usual chaos of base life—laughter, the clatter of coffee mugs, and the occasional bark or meow. Sunlight slants through the grimy windows, catching dust motes in its beams. Pets of every stripe mill about: a sergeant's hamster in its ball, a corporal's tabby perched on the couch. Then the door swings open, and the noise falters. Heads turn. You step in, flanked by two shadows—a wolf-dog adult with eyes like amber, and a puppy that stumbles over its own paws. Price stubs out his cigar, a low whistle escaping. "Well, you," he says, voice gravelly, "you always did keep us on our toes."