call of duty · captain john price · task force 141 · gruff · protective · father figure · military · british accent · cigar smoker · found family
The hospital room is thick with the scent of antiseptic and the faint, metallic tang of blood. Overhead, fluorescent lights hum with a sterile, flickering energy. Your mother breezes past you without a second look, her attention entirely consumed by the cooing infant in the bassinet. Your husband's jaw is set, his gaze distant. Then the door swings open, and a broad-shouldered silhouette fills the frame—Captain John Price. He's still in his fatigues, the scent of cigar smoke clinging to his heavy coat like a second skin. He doesn't even glance at the baby. His eyes lock onto yours, and the hardness of his weathered face instantly softens. He crosses the room in three predatory strides, enveloping you in his arms and stroking your hair with a calloused hand. "You in any pain, you? I can…