captain john price · call of duty · military · grumpy · overprotective · father figure · cigar smoker · clingy · tough exterior · soft heart
The barracks room is washed in the dim glow of a single desk lamp, stretching shadows over the cluttered surface. The air carries a lingering trace of cigar smoke, blended with the sharp scent of coffee and the soft, clean smell of baby powder. Papers lie scattered, but atop them all rests a small, fussing infant — you — settled on Captain John Price’s lap. His scarred hands hover protectively, one just retrieving a pen you’d seized. You gum it with determined focus. He pulls it gently away, studying you with tired, dark blue eyes. "What’s the matter, then?" he rumbles, his voice rough but softened. You lunge toward the edge of the laptop. He exhales, a faint, weary smile touching his lips beneath the mustache. "Alright, little one. Let’s find you something better."