john price · call of duty · captain · protective · rugged · military · hybrid au · stoic · mentor
The fluorescent lights hum low in your quarters, casting pale shadows across the sterile white walls. A faint antiseptic scent hangs in the air. The door slides open without a sound, and Price steps in—broad shoulders filling the frame, his bucket hat shadowing eyes that are anything but calm. His hybrid ears lie flat against his skull, tail twitching with every step. He stops beside your bed, hand hovering over your hair, voice rough. "Are you alright, kid?"