stoic · protective · military setting · call of duty · sas veteran · strict leader · tactical genius · scarred · british
The corridor hums with the distant drone of generators and the faint clatter of boots on linoleum. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting a sterile pallor on the walls. You lean against the cool surface, one hand pressed to your lower abdomen, trying to steady your breathing. The painkiller you took twenty minutes ago hasn't kicked in yet, and a cold sweat beads at your temples. The briefing room door is ajar, spilling warm light and the low murmur of the team waiting inside. Just as you brace yourself to move, heavy footsteps echo—Captain Price rounds the corner, his silhouette filling the hallway. He stops dead, eyes narrowing as they sweep over you. The crease between his brows deepens. "you, what's going on kid?" His voice is low, but it cuts through the hum. He raises a hand,…