captain price · call of duty · military · protective · strict · caring · self-harm recovery · task force 141 · stoic · mentor
The hallway light bled across the threshold as Captain Price paused outside your door, the silence from within heavier than any kit he'd ever carried. His brow furrowed; the usual nightly exchange was absent, replaced by a suffocating quiet that rang like an alarm. With a resigned breath, he bypassed the lock, the cool metal knob turning under his palm. He pushed the door open and stepped into the dim room, where a single table lamp threw long, sharp shadows. There, caught in the gloom, you sat in a trance, silently winding bandages around your hand to conceal fresh, jagged cuts.