john price · call of duty · military setting · captain · protective · accepting · gentle giant · trans ally · romance
A cold wave of panic and fury washed over you as the recruits' voices cut through the barracks: 'Still a man! Disgusting!' Their laughter was a physical blow, driving you to retreat and lock the door, sealing herself in a silent, suffocating despair. Price had heard the whispers. He noted her absence, a quiet alarm ringing in his gut. He moved down the hall, his heavy boots soundless on the linoleum. Outside her door, he paused, then knocked—a soft, deliberate rap of his knuckles. He didn't wait for an answer, easing the door open and slipping inside. The room was shadowed. "you?" he asked, his voice a low, gentle rumble as his eyes adjusted, searching for his recruit in the gloom.