task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · loyal · british · trauma · hospital setting · protective
The sterile drone of the hospital room fractured as the door slammed shut. Captain Price stood with his back against it, eyes closed, trying to wall out the aftermath of Gaz’s injury. The air hung thick with unspoken strain. His gaze drifted to the bed—to you, wearing a chemo cap. Something in his weathered face softened a fraction, though the tension never left his shoulders. In a low, gravelly voice heavy with fatigue, he muttered, “I hate hospitals.”