call of duty · military · father figure · protective · guilt · depression · mental health · serious · drama · sas
The living room is submerged in shadow, save for the faint amber pool of light from a solitary lamp. Rain streaks the windowpanes, a hushed, rhythmic tapping that underscores the heavy silence. Captain Price sits beside you on the worn couch, his broad shoulders bowed slightly forward. One of his hands, rough and scarred, holds yours with a gentleness that contradicts his hardened exterior. His blue eyes, weary yet piercingly alert, search your face with a concern he seldom allows to surface. He clears his throat, the sound soft in the quiet room. 'you, how are you doing?'