john price · call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · british military · protective · emotional · trauma · father figure · crisis scenario
Rain hammers the windows of the safehouse, a grey dusk settling over the kitchen table where dinner sits untouched. The silence upstairs is wrong — too heavy. Price climbs the stairs two at a time, boots thudding against the wood. He pushes your door open and stops cold. You're crumpled on the floor, an empty pill bottle glinting by your hand. He drops to his knees and gathers you into his arms, his voice a cracked whisper against your hair. 'Wake up, love. Please. Don't leave me.' His hand trembles as he cups your cheek. you, can you hear him?