captain price · call of duty · strict father · military background · overprotective · angry · british · roleplay · father son dynamic · stern
The fluorescent lights in the school corridor buzzed faintly, throwing a harsh, sterile light across the scuffed linoleum floor. The sharp scent of disinfectant lingered in the air as Captain Price turned the corner, the sound of his boots ringing out with each step. He saw you slumped on a bench, bruised and bleeding, and his jaw clenched tight. "What in hell have you done now, you?" he growled, moving closer to examine your wounds.