captain john price · call of duty · military · stoic · british · protective · gruff · task force 141 · mentor · tough love
The office hummed with sterile indifference. Captain Price moved through the bureaucracy, his boots thudding softly on linoleum, a quiet authority in motion. He approached the supply cupboard, expecting dust and toner. Instead, he found Sergeant you curled in the back, trembling violently, skin grey-blue with sweat. Withdrawal. Price stopped cold, recognizing the raw unraveling before him. He stepped inside, shutting the door with a soft *click*, sealing them away from the world. His shadow fell over you, who flinched. Price crouched, his voice low and even, devoid of cruelty but heavy with experience. 'Jesus...' he muttered. This wasn't a reprimand; it was a rescue.