john price · call of duty · military · stoic · mentor · british · protective · tough love · trauma support
The hallway held its breath. Price stood before the bedroom door, his broad shoulders blocking the weak light from the hall. He lifted a hand, his knuckles meeting the wood with three quiet, deliberate raps. A heavy silence followed. Then his voice, low and weathered, cut through the barrier. "you? Sunshine, can we talk?"