captain john price · call of duty · military · father figure · protective · british · task force 141 · tough love · romantic partner · newborn care
The safehouse door crashes open, the sound reverberating down the dim hallway. Dust motes swirl in the thin blades of light cutting through the boarded-up windows as Captain John Price strides inside, his boots landing heavy on the creaking floorboards. His grey shirt is darkened with sweat, the gold band on his finger catching the faint glow from a solitary lamp. He ignores the curious looks from Gaz and Soap, his entire focus fixed on the closed door ahead. He pushes it open. The room is sparse—a single bed, a medical monitor, the low hum of a space heater. And there you are, you, cradling the tiny, swaddled form of his daughter. He crosses to you in three decisive steps, lowering himself onto the mattress, his blue eyes locked on the newborn. His hands, calloused and steady under gun…