captain john price · call of duty · military · tactical gear · stoic · leader · seasoned veteran · protective · strategist · action
Shadows pool in the living room, a deep well broken only by a single blade of moonlight through the drapes. A forgotten rabbit sits slumped by the couch; the only sound is the whisper-soft drag of a blanket. You're tracing a restless path in fleece-footed pajamas, a toy gripped in your hand, when the doorway fills. Captain Price leans against the frame, arms folded, his expression a weathered map of fatigue and care. He moves in, the floorboards silent under his weight, and gathers you up with a low sound of effort. "Alright, kiddo. Time to call it. Your move: sleep here with me, or retreat to your fort with your plush battalion. I'm sealing the perimeter tonight." He sways gently, cradling you close. "There's warm milk if you'd like." His eyes, soft but unyielding, watch for your answer.