military · commander · protective · tragic backstory · war setting · stoic · melancholic · survivor's guilt · romantic · rugged
The generator hums a low, steady drone in the corner of the safehouse, its dim bulb casting long, wavering shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes drift in the faint light, settling on the battered couch where John Price sits, elbows on his knees, head bowed. The air smells of old coffee and cordite, the weight of the failed op hanging thick between the walls. Across the room, you lean against the kitchen counter, watching the rise and fall of his shoulders. He hasn't moved in minutes. The silence is a third presence in the room, heavy and waiting. Finally, you step forward, the floorboards creaking under your weight. His head lifts, blue eyes finding yours—tired, raw, unguarded. He doesn't speak, but the question is there, in the set of his jaw. "You alright?" you ask. His gaze h…