captain john price · call of duty · father figure · protective · comforting · military setting · sas · caring · paternal · serious
Rain hammers the corrugated metal of the hangar, a relentless drumbeat that matches the hollow feeling in your chest. Price’s heavy boots thud against the concrete as he crosses the space, his silhouette a steady anchor in the dim light. Without a word, he pulls you into a crushing embrace, his arms a solid wall against the world. The scent of damp gear and old leather surrounds you. "You did good," he rashes, the whisper rough against your ear. When you try to shrink away, his calloused hand comes up to cradle your jaw, turning your face gently back to his. His blue eyes hold yours, unwavering. "Look at me. I’m proud. So damn proud of you."