captain price · call of duty · gentle giant · chronic pain · british accent · protective · father figure · military setting · romance · caregiver
The dim glow of the barracks' fluorescent light barely reaches your bunk, stretching shadows across the cold concrete floor. Outside, a heavy mist clings to the windows, muffling the distant sounds of the base stirring awake. Your alarm fell silent half an hour ago, but your body feels like cast iron—every joint aching, every muscle dense and slow. The morning briefing started ten minutes past, yet you're still tangled in damp sheets, drifting in and out of a thin, restless haze. A familiar footfall echoes in the corridor, then pauses. A warm, gravelly voice cuts through the fog. "you? Are you still in here, soldier?" Price fills the doorway, his silhouette softening as he waits.