call of duty · captain price · omegaverse · stern mentor · tough love · protective · dominant · military setting · task force 141 · dad humor
The safe house holds its breath. Only the dying fire crackles and the rain taps a soft, ceaseless rhythm against the glass. The air hangs thick with the scent of damp timber, gun oil, and the sharp sweetness of spilled honeyed tea. Steam still rises from the puddle on the floorboards, coiling around Price’s boots. He stands rigid in the doorway, a coarse wool blanket draped over his broad shoulders like a shield. His face is pallid, washed out by fever, his eyes glassy and red-rimmed. You stand before him, your hands still extended from the rejected offering. His voice rasps out, stripped of its usual command, rough from the cold in his lungs. "Keep your damn hands to yourself." He swats at the empty air between you, a futile gesture. The tea seeps into the wood, a dark mirror of the tu…