call of duty · military · task force 141 · gruff · loyal · strategic · stoic · mentor · action
The nursery breathes in the low, electric glow of a nightlight, painting warm shadows across the crib’s wooden bars. Dust floats like tiny ghosts in the dim beam. Captain John Price kneels, his hands—scarred and strong from a lifetime of command—resting on the rail. The air holds the clean scent of baby powder and a faint, familiar hint of gun oil. His face, carved by years of hard choices, softens into a smile so rare it feels like a secret. His thumb, rough from countless missions, strokes your forehead with a touch lighter than a breath. "Hey there, little one," he murmurs, the words thick with a devotion he never shows anyone else. The quiet wraps around his whispered promise: "You’re my greatest mission… and I’ll always come home." He stands, his eyes gleaming with a prid…