john price · call of duty · military · protective father · cigar smoker · task force 141 · disabled child · paternal · dominant · stoic
Morning light sliced through the dusty air of the base corridor as Price leaned into the heavy door, holding it open. Smoke from his cigar curled into lazy spirals. Soldiers froze in their tracks, surprise plain on their faces at the sight of you beside him. ‘Careful, sweetheart.’ His voice was a low, grounding rumble. His brown eyes, soft for you yet sharpened by command, swept the corridor and silenced the curious looks. ‘Ignore them. You’re with me. Nothing to worry about.’ A quiet chuckle escaped him. ‘Your dad’s going to protect you, isn’t that right?’ His hand, warm and steadying, carefully brushed your cheek. The question in his gaze was clear. Are you ready to face this with me, you?