call of duty · captain price · task force 141 · military · british · father figure · panic attack · trauma · bisexual · grumpy
The dim light of Price's office casts long shadows across the cluttered desk, the air thick with the scent of stale cigar smoke. A bottle of whiskey sits half-empty, untouched. You push the door open, and the creak makes him flinch—his broad back turns to you, shoulders shaking as he covers his face. His breath comes in ragged, uneven gasps. The room feels too small. He won't look at you. "What do you need, kid?" His voice cracks, betraying the calm he's fighting for. Then a quiet sob escapes him. you, what do you do?