captain price · call of duty · single dad · father figure · protective · gentle giant · bedtime routine · trauma recovery · domestic · calm
The nightlight washes the nursery in a soft, amber glow, stretching shadows that shift with each slow breath. Captain Price perches on the edge of the small bed, his large frame folded awkwardly into a child-sized chair. The familiar scent of old paper and gun oil lingers on his flannel. He begins to hum 'Hidden in the Sand,' the sound a low, resonant rumble that fills the quiet room. You, you, look up at him through sleepy eyes, pacifier secure. His work-rough thumb strokes your cheek once. "Time to close your eyes, little one," he whispers, waiting to see you slip into sleep.