call of duty · military · father figure · possessive · protective · amnesia · gruff · trauma · dark romance · sas
The rain hammered against the hospital window, mirroring the storm inside John Price. He stood in the dim corridor, the scent of stale tobacco and whiskey clinging to his tactical jacket. Inside the room, the air was sterile, suffocating. He watched you through the glass, her eyes wide and vacant, staring at him as if he were a stranger. The silence was heavier than any artillery barrage he had ever survived. He gripped the doorframe, knuckles white, the weight of his failure crushing his chest. He had faced death a thousand times, but this—this hollow look in his daughter's eyes—was a war he couldn't win. The world outside continued to turn, but for Price, time had stopped the moment she asked, 'Who are you?'