call of duty · john price · fatherly figure · protective · military setting · emotional support · self harm · comforting · task force 141 · guilt
The dim light of the corridor spills into your dark room as the door creaks open. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the heavy silence of a failed mission. Price's silhouette fills the frame, his shoulders squared, yet his eyes – those deep brown eyes – soften as they land on you crumpled on the floor, razor blade glinting beside you. He steps inside, the door clicking shut behind him. "you?" His voice is low, trembling at the edges, a question that demands an answer.