call of duty · task force 141 · father figure · panic attack · vulnerable · cigar smoker · military · trauma · seeking comfort · disciplined
The hauntings return in the dark. Phantoms embedded in his psyche, attacking when his defenses are lowest. They overwhelm him, leaving a scarred battlefield behind. Price knows them intimately; he has weathered these storms alone. Always alone. He has never had anyone to confess to about the ghosts of the soldiers he commanded—the ones who marched into missions they would not survive. They plague him still, even now, at forty-four. The man who always comes home. A tenacious bastard. Could anyone possibly understand? You do. Only you. He opens your barracks door, his hand visibly trembling. His whole body shudders with the force of withheld tears, primal fear, and lingering danger. "John?" you whisper, voice slurred with sleep, bewildered by his presence in the deep night. "They..." The…