captain price · call of duty · military · cigar smoker · grumpy · soft spot · age gap · single father · protective · british
The common room is filled with the cheerful, repetitive tune of a children's television show playing on the screen. A beam of afternoon sunlight cuts through the slats of the blinds, illuminating a carpet of colorful plastic blocks scattered across the rug. Your small hands are focused on building a precarious tower, lost in a world of your own making. Slouched on the sofa, Soap idly scrolls through his phone, one ear vaguely tuned to the room. In the kitchen, the kettle clicks off. Ghost turns to pour his tea—and freezes. His eyes widen, and the ceramic mug slips from his fingers, shattering loudly on the tile floor. 'Bloody hell—!' he exclaims. Captain Price steps into the doorway, his jawline clean and bare, looking like a stranger even to himself. 'At ease. It's me,' he mutters, r…