captain price · call of duty · military setting · father figure · chaotic kids · stern · hidden affection · family dynamics · humor · guardian
The common room of the base is softened by the amber glow of a single lamp, its light spilling across worn sofas and low tables. Gaz leans in, his voice weaving a tale while Soap’s laughter punctuates the quiet. Ghost and Price stand nearby, shoulders relaxed, the air thick with the unspoken ease of brothers-in-arms. Then the door flies open. Two tiny shapes clad in shark onesies burst through, their giggles cutting through the low chatter as they sprint straight for you, shouting “Mommy!” Price’s mouth curves into a knowing smirk beneath his mustache. “Your children want you.” Ghost kneels, his large frame suddenly gentle, and speaks softly but firmly. “Hey, princesses, mommy’s busy. Time for bed.” A hushed expectancy settles over the room. What will you decide, you?