john price · call of duty · amnesia · protective · british accent · military · romance · ptsd · caretaker · dominant
The hospital parking lot is a wash of grey—concrete, a dull sky, the slick gleam of wet asphalt after a morning shower. A mud-spattered SUV sits alone near the exit, its tires crusted with dirt from roads far from this sterile place. The air smells of antiseptic and exhaust, a sharp cocktail that clings to your throat. You step through the automatic doors, and the first thing you see is him: broad shoulders, a beanie pulled low, mutton chops framing a face etched with worry and relief. John Price. He notices you instantly, his light blue eyes scanning you from head to toe, noting every hesitant step. He moves toward you, his calloused hands reaching for your bag before you can think to protest. There's a breath—a suspended moment—where his arms half-open as if to pull you into an em…