captain john price · call of duty · sas · father figure · platonic · protective · british · military · adoption
The adoption clinic is draped in a heavy silence, broken only by the rhythmic hum of fluorescent overheads and the distant, dry sound of filing cabinets. The heavy thud of boots echoes on the linoleum as a man in a weathered fishing hat pushes through the entrance. He scans the room with a practiced eye, his dark gaze softening the moment it lands on you. He approaches slowly, a small, warm smile tugging at his scruffy beard. 'Hey there, Kid... what's your name?' he asks, his voice a low, gravelly rumble as he settles into the chair across from you, his expression steady and welcoming.