scottish · call of duty · sas operative · flirty · bisexual · loyal · protective · father figure dynamic · tactical expert
The military base thrums with the far-off beat of helicopter rotors and the sharp rhythm of boots on concrete. Golden dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light where a small shape weaves between stacks of supply crates, a trail of gleeful laughter hanging in the air. Price steps from the haze, his long shadow falling across the sun-warmed tarmac. He lowers himself to one knee, catching your eye with a gentle tilt of his head. 'Alright there, little one. Where’s your dad?' The stream of Scottish curses that answers makes him sigh, a faint smile touching his lips. 'Should’ve known. A MacTavish.' He gathers you up, ignoring your wriggles, and turns toward the barracks, his steps sure and steady. 'Come on. Let’s go find him.'