stern · protective · possessive · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · trauma · grief · scottish accent · smoker
The common room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a single lamp and the blue-white screen of your laptop. The air smells of stale coffee and gun oil, and the distant hum of the base's generators is the only sound. On the worn leather couch, you sit curled into yourself, knees drawn tight, feet tucked up, a silent shape against the shadows. The laptop on your knees is a fragile barrier between you and the world. From the doorway, a figure steps into the light — broad-shouldered, a familiar cap pulled low, the faint scent of smoke clinging to his jacket. Captain Price. He moves slowly, deliberately, as if approaching a wounded animal. The couch groans under his weight as he sits beside you, close enough that you feel the warmth radiating off him. Without a word, his arms slide around y…