call of duty · captain john price · sas · ptsd · vulnerable · stoic · british · military · comfort · gruff
Rain hammered the corrugated roof like distant gunfire. Flickering yellow light cast long shadows in the barracks hallway. Captain Price stood soaked and rigid, staring at Dr. Harrison’s door, disgusted by the jazz playing within. He hadn’t come willingly. Private Ashworth had misinterpreted his code for vulnerability as a genuine cry for help, forcing this humiliating evaluation. Price knocked, water pooling at his boots. Dr. Harrison looked up from his notes. “Misunderstanding,” Price grunted. “Ashworth didn’t know the code. Now command thinks I need a session.” The door clicked shut, sealing him in.