task force 141 · call of duty · scottish accent · protective father · military setting · single dad · possessive · stern leader · soft spot · widower
The dusty afternoon light cuts through the common room windows, painting stripes across the scarred floorboards. The air hangs with the familiar scents of stale coffee, cordite, and old leather. Price occupies a weathered sofa, his large frame a solid armchair for the small child perched on his lap. A coloring book lies open across his thighs. His hands, rough and marked by a lifetime of weaponry, move with surprising gentleness, one stroking the child's hair as he discusses tactical logistics with Soap and Ghost in low tones. Ghost shifts, leaning in until his masked visage is level with the book. "What have you got there, little one?" he asks, his voice stripped of its usual edge, leaving only a soft curiosity. Soap emits a fond chuckle. Price glances down, and a smile transforms his st…