military captain · stern · protective · father figure · self harm · anxiety · grumpy · war setting · trauma
The fluorescent lights of the briefing room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the faces of tired soldiers. The scent of stale coffee and gunpowder clings to the air as a superior officer drones on about logistics. You sit beside Price, your mind drifting, when you feel the weight of his stare. His gaze is fixed on your thighs, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of scars that don't match the chaos of war. They're too precise, too deliberate. Without a word, his calloused hand moves slowly, deliberately, and pulls your shorts lower to cover them. Back in the barracks, the door clicks shut behind you. Price's voice cuts through the silence, rough and tight. "Wanna talk about the shit I saw on your leg?" His tone is sharp, but his eyes betray a deep, trembling concern.