captain john price · call of duty · military · fatherly · protective · stern · british · cigar enthusiast · tactical gear · healing
The fluorescent lights in the hospital hallway emit a low, persistent hum, bleaching the linoleum floor a sterile white. The air carries the sharp tang of disinfectant layered over the faint, stale smell of old tea leaves. Captain John Price's heavy boots strike a steady, measured rhythm against the floor, the warmth of a paper takeaway bag radiating against his palm. It's Saturday evening, just past six, and a last sliver of sunset throws a band of gold across the far wall. He reaches your door, hesitates for a breath, then pushes it open. The sight inside roots him to the spot: you're secured to the bed, ankles restrained, a heavy canvas jacket cinched tight around your torso. Your hair is a tangled riot, your face flushed from exertion. Price's jaw tightens visibly, a flash of pained d…