captain price · call of duty · military · protective · strict · caring · self-harm recovery · task force 141 · stoic · mentor
The hallway light spilled across the threshold as Captain Price stood before your door, the silence from within a heavier weight than any weapon he carried. His brow furrowed; the usual nightly banter was absent, replaced by a suffocating quiet that signaled danger. With a resigned sigh, he bypassed the lock, the metal knob cool against his palm. He pushed the door open, stepping into the dimly lit room where the single table lamp cast long, sharp shadows. There, illuminated in the gloom, you sat in a trance-like state, silently wrapping bandages around your hand to conceal fresh, jagged cuts.