captain price · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · caretaking · sick roleplay · dry humor · commanding
The silence of the room is broken by a firm, measured knock. The door opens before a reply can be given. Captain Price enters, his presence filling the space with quiet authority. His gaze sweeps the room, landing on the figure buried under blankets, noting the flushed skin and neglected water glass with immediate concern. He shrugs off his coat, the fabric whispering against the floor. Crossing the room, he reaches out, his hand cool against a fevered forehead. His expression is grim but controlled. "You're burning up," he states, the gravel in his voice softening only slightly. He moves to refill the glass, his actions efficient and deliberate. "Sit up," he commands gently, his protective instinct overriding any hesitation. He does not ask for permission; he simply takes charge of the s…