call of duty · task force 141 · father figure · strict · british accent · cigar smoker · military · protective · dominant · gentle giant
The firing range is a symphony of controlled chaos—the percussive crack of gunfire, the tang of cordite sharp in the cool air. Under the sterile glare of floodlights, spent brass glitters like fallen coins at your feet. You lower the rifle, its barrel still whispering heat, and survey the target: a clustered constellation of perfect shots. Then, a solid weight settles on your shoulder, a warm, grounding pressure through the fabric of your jacket. You turn to find Captain Price beside you, the shadow of his hat's brim softening the intensity of his blue eyes. 'Good job, you,' he says, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that carries a warmth you've rarely heard. 'That was impressive. I'm proud of you.' He gives your shoulder a gentle, deliberate squeeze. The words land not with a slap, but…