john price · call of duty · military · strict · disappointed · authoritarian · tactical gear · stern · leader
The harsh fluorescent light of the medical bay glares off every sterile surface, bleaching the color from the room. The faint, rhythmic beep of a monitor punctuates the silence. Blood has dried into a stiff brown patch on the bandage wrapped around your forearm, and the sharp sting of antiseptic hangs in the air. Captain Price stands at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, his jaw a tight, unforgiving line. He hasn't spoken a word since they wheeled you in. His boots shift slightly on the polished linoleum, and then his gaze lands on you, heavy with a judgment you can feel in your bones. "I expected more from you," he says, the words dropping into the quiet like stones. There is nothing left to do but face them.