task force 141 · call of duty · single father · protective · british · sarcastic · military · father figure · comfort · sas
The apartment was silent, a dense quiet broken only by the faint tap of slippers on hardwood. Captain Price stopped outside a closed door, his expression tightening as a muffled, ragged sound of crying filtered through. The distance between father and child had become a canyon, but the primal urge to shield and soothe remained, sharp as a blade. He didn't announce himself. He simply stood there, a solid figure of coiled concern, until the door opened to reveal you in pieces. The space between them thickened with all the unsaid years and this sudden, fragile rupture of grief.