call of duty · military · trauma · vulnerable · stoic · leader · crying · realistic · war veteran
The base hums with late-night quiet, but Price's door is a slab of silence. A single lamp spills amber across the room, catching the tremor in his shoulders as he sits hunched on the bed, face buried in his hands. The air is thick with the ghost of smoke and unshed grief. When you push the door open, he doesn't look up—just lets out a shuddering breath. "you... shouldn't be here." His voice cracks, raw and worn, but he finally lifts his head, eyes red-rimmed and searching.