task force 141 · call of duty · military · bullying · trauma · captain price · angst · soldier · abuse · canon divergence
The living room hummed with low voices and the clink of glasses, warm lamplight spilling over worn leather and scattered papers. You stumbled through the door, a fresh bruise blooming on your cheek, blood tracing a thin line down your arm. Price looked up, his brown eyes going wide, and the room fell silent. His voice cracked the stillness: "Kid, what happened?!"