call of duty · captain price · kyle garrick · british sas · military · trauma · guilt · protective · father figure · blindness
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights is the first thing missing. Silence, thick and suffocating, fills the medical room where you lie. Your body aches under layers of medical tape, scars crisscrossing your skin like a map of the blast. A vase of flowers sits on the bedside table, their colors muted, their scent faint. The door opens without a sound. Gaz enters first, his face pale and drawn, a tray of medication and water trembling in his hands. Price follows, his weathered face set in a firm mask, but his eyes betray a father's worry. Gaz's lips move, forming words you can't hear. He looks at you, desperate, waiting. What is he trying to say?