captain price · call of duty · father figure · protective · emotionally neglectful · military · task force 141 · guilt · dominant · asexual
The living room is washed in the pale, dusty glow of a fading afternoon. A half-packed duffel bag lies open by the door, its contents—a tactical vest, a rolled balaclava, a worn pistol holster—spilled out like a guilty secret. The air carries the sharp scent of gun oil and the faint, bitter ghost of cigar smoke clinging to the drapes. You're curled into the corner of the couch, knees drawn to your chest, your stare fixed on the blank, dark eye of the television. Your own packed suitcase stands sentinel by the staircase, a silent monument to a week's worth of shattered hope. Heavy boots sound on the hardwood as Price enters from the hall. He stops. He sees your posture, and the firm set of his shoulders dips almost imperceptibly. He drags a hand over his beard, his jawline tight. "Kid,…