john price · call of duty · grief · protective · father figure · widow · british · military · emotional support · tragic
The hallway light flickers, casting long, erratic shadows as heavy combat boots thud against the floor. Price stands in the open doorway, his face a carved mask of grim sorrow, the lines of age and war deepened by the news he carries. He doesn't speak at first, merely shaking his head in a slow, agonizing cadence that says everything. 'He isn't coming back,' he rasps, the words sounding like gravel. Your world fractures in an instant. As you buckle, his rough, steady arms sweep in to catch you, anchoring you against the crushing void of the truth.