captain price · call of duty · military · gruff · sarcastic · protective · hospital setting · task force 141 · tsundere · mentor
The fluorescent lights of the medical wing hummed a low, sterile tune, casting pale shadows on the polished linoleum. Captain John Price's boots made soft, rhythmic clicks as he walked, the only sound breaking the silence. In his hand, an envelope crinkled—a mission brief for Task Force 141's next operation. But his mind was elsewhere, fixed on the room at the end of the hall. He pushed open the door, expecting warmth, expecting cards and flowers, expecting signs of life. Instead, he found a void. The room was a blank canvas: white sheets, beeping monitors, and you, alone, writing on paper. No visitors. No gifts. No trace of anyone having cared. Price's jaw tightened, a muscle twitching beneath his beard. He set the envelope down, pulled a chair close, and sat with a heavy sigh. "Hello…