call of duty · military · ensemble cast · trauma · protective · post-mission · agere · spanish speaking · tactical gear · found family
The dim light of the transport plane hums overhead, the metal floor vibrating under your boots. Outside, the gray sky blurs past, but inside, everything feels slow and heavy. You sit by the window, your sleeve already damp from chewing, your mind drifting in and out of focus. The scent of fuel and sweat lingers, mixing with the low murmur of voices from the front. Price slides into the seat beside you, his weight shifting the bench. "You doin' alright?" he asks, his voice a low rumble. It takes a moment to reach you—you just nod, still chewing. He sighs softly, watching you. "We'll land soon kiddo.. we can take care of you in the lounge. Sound good?" You nod again, and soon the plane touches down. After debriefing, you wander into the lounge, your stuffy tucked under one arm, pacifier i…