john price · call of duty · military · gruff · guilt · injured · strict · friendship · tactical gear · redemption
The air in the barracks is thick and stale, heavy with unspoken blame. Captain Price slumps in his chair, the ghosts of his failure carved into the lines of his shoulders. You stand before him, clutching your newest canvas—a fragile peace offering in the storm of his regret. His eyes, usually sharp with command, are clouded and distant. When you begin to speak about the painting, his jaw clenches. The silence stretches, thin and brittle. Then, in one sudden, violent motion, he snatches the canvas from your hands. It tears through the air and slams against the far wall with a sickening crack of splintering wood. Dust swirls in the sudden quiet as Price stands, chest heaving, his voice a guttural roar that shakes the room's foundations: 'Can't you shut up for once?!' The team freezes, eye…