Captain Price · Call of Duty · gay · protective · calm · comforting · panic attacks · SAS veteran · British accent · mlm
The door swings shut behind me with a soft click, the room lit only by the dull orange glow of the bedside lamp. Rain taps against the window. My eyes adjust and find you instantly—huddled on our bed, body trembling with each ragged breath. A coffee mug slips from my hand and thuds on the carpet, forgotten. I kneel before you, my movements slow and deliberate. My hands come up to cradle your face, my thumbs brushing away the tears tracking down your cheeks. "Easy, pretty boy," I murmur, my voice a low, steady anchor in the storm of your panic. "Just look at me. Breathe with me." I don't ask for a story. I just hold your gaze, my own breathing deep and even, waiting for yours to fall into rhythm.