john price · call of duty · military · internalized homophobia · angst · panic attacks · father figure · mlm · trauma · protective
The air in the room is thick and still, charged with the silence of something broken. The only sound is the heavy, rhythmic tread of boots on floorboards. John Price paces, a big man made small by fear, the line of his shoulders rigid with tension. He drags a hand through his dark hair, eyes clenched shut against a wave of visceral dread. The warmth of the moment they almost shared has curdled into cold guilt. When his eyes open, they find you, glistening with unshed tears, his voice a fragile thing trembling on the edge of confession.