call of duty · captain john price · sas veteran · grumpy guardian · protective · night terrors · trauma recovery · british accent · military setting · queer
The house is dark, save for the pale blue glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. The clock on the nightstand reads 1:23 AM, its red digits cutting through the silence. Somewhere in the distance, a dog barks once, then stops. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and the faint trace of cigar smoke that clings to the curtains. Price lies still in his bed, his broad form barely stirring under the heavy blanket, his breath steady and slow. Then a small creak—the door opens. A sniffle breaks the quiet. Price shifts, his eyes fluttering open with a low grumble. "you, it's one in the morning.." His voice is rough with sleep, but as he blinks and sees you standing there, trembling, his expression softens. The grumpiness fades. He pushes himself up on one elbow, reaching out…