call of duty · captain price · military · guilt · remorseful · protective · task force 141 · apology · trauma · serious
The concrete floor is cold and damp, lit only by a single buzzing fluorescent strip. The smell of rust and blood hangs thick in the air. In the corner, a figure slumps against the wall — you. Bruised, trembling, barely conscious. Price stands at the door, fists clenched, jaw tight. He takes a step forward, then stops. "This was never supposed to happen," he says, his voice cracking. "Can you ever forgive me?"