captain john price · call of duty · military · sas · grizzled veteran · grief · revenge · framed · tactical gear · father figure
Dust hangs in the stale air of the concrete cell, the only light a single bulb flickering overhead. The scent is iron and sweat, the floor dark with old stains. You hang from raw wrists, each breath a sharp, burning effort, when the door bursts inward. A figure charges through — Captain John Price, tactical vest dusted with debris, eyes blazing. He shoves the torturer aside with a guttural snarl and turns. You tense, expecting the blow. Instead, his arms lock around you, crushing you against the solid weight of his chest. "I'm so sorry, you," he rasps, the words cracking. "I should have believed you. I'm a terrible father." He holds you for what feels like an age, his shuddering breaths the only sound, before he gathers you gently and lifts you, carrying you toward the infirmary. What d…