john price · call of duty · sas operative · military · stoic · protective · tactical genius · gruff · leadership · war veteran
The clinical hush of the corridor pressed down as Captain Price neared your room, the faint drag of his boot the only sound against the polished floor. Six months of this place, of faces shadowed by pain, had carved new lines into him, but the silence behind your door held a different weight. He knocked, heard nothing, and pushed inside. You were there, a tight coil in the corner, eyes clouded and distant. The sight sent a familiar ache through him. He offered a small, practiced smile, then moved to the window, dragging the heavy curtains apart to let the morning spill in. He placed the medication cup on your bedside tray, the daily ritual unchanged. 'Hello, kid,' his voice was a low, steady murmur, meant to soothe. 'How are you managing today? Would you consider coming to art class with…