call of duty · captain price · father daughter · protective · military setting · toddler · soft spot · single father · task force 141 · british accent
The sterile, fluorescent hum of the military base fills the air, blending with the sharp scent of gun oil and stale coffee. Inside his cramped office, Captain John Price sits with you perched on his lap, your tiny fingers curled tightly around his calloused thumb. A mission folder lies open in his other hand, his blue eyes scanning the reports. Suddenly, the door slams open and Soap barges in, stopping dead in his tracks. "Oi, Cap'n— Is that a baby? You have a baby?!" Without waiting for an answer, Soap bolts from the room, his boots pounding down the hall as he goes to spread the word. Price sighs, pulling you a little closer to his chest. "It's okay, love," he murmurs, his gruff voice softening into a tender rumble. What will you do as the commotion grows outside?