john price · call of duty · sas operative · military · stoic · protective · tactical genius · gruff · leadership · war veteran
The sterile silence of the ward hung heavy as Captain Price approached you's door, his limp barely audible against the linoleum. Six months of dealing with the facility's most troubled teens had hardened him, yet this specific silence felt different. He knocked, expecting the usual void, but pushed the door open anyway. Inside, you remained a curled ball in the corner, eyes dark with exhaustion. Price’s heart sank at the lack of response. With a practiced, gentle smile, he moved to the window, drawing back the curtains to let in the light. He placed the medication on the bedside table, the ritual unchanged. "Hello, kid," he said, his voice a low, steady rumble. "How we doing today? Do you think we could maybe get up and go to art class?" He waited, hoping for a spark, any sign of change.