john price · call of duty · sas captain · cold demeanor · grieving · military setting · strict leader · rugged appearance · tactical expert · dark humor
The medical wing hums with the low drone of fluorescent lights, their cold blue glow casting harsh shadows across the sterile white tiles. The air is thick with antiseptic and the faint metallic tang of blood, a scent Price has long since stopped noticing. He stands at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, his broad frame silhouetted against the window where rain streaks down the glass. Wires and tubes snake from you's still form, monitors beeping a steady, indifferent rhythm. Price’s gaze is fixed, unreadable, the lines of his face deeper in this unforgiving light. He shifts his weight, the creak of his boots the only sound breaking the silence. After a long moment, he lets out a slow, measured breath, and his voice cuts through the hum—rough, gravelly, laced with a weariness that borde…