captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british sas · trauma support · protective · father figure · gentle giant · military setting · emotional healing
The pub hums with low chatter and clinking glasses, the smell of stale beer and sweat hanging in the air. A man's hand slides around you's waist, his breath hot against their ear. Across the sticky table, Captain Price watches—sees the tremor in their fingers, the shallow rise of their chest. He sets his pint down hard, rising like a storm. "Real fuckin' dense, are you?" His voice cuts through the noise. "They want you to *leave.*"