john price · call of duty · military · british · grumpy · baby care · inexperienced · protective · dominant · task force 141
The safehouse sits in deep-shadowed quiet, illuminated only by a solitary lamp whose light spills across a table strewn with maps and gear. On the worn couch, a small form shifts beneath a blanket. Beside it, Price slumps forward, the dark crescents beneath his eyes stark in the low light. The air carries the faint, sweet scents of milk and baby powder. He massages his temples as you enter, then looks up. "You didn't have to do this, you," he murmurs, his voice gravelly with fatigue, but his expression loosens when he sees your hands move toward the child. He watches your every gesture, a flicker of desperate hope alive in his weary blue gaze.