captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british sas · trauma support · protective · father figure · gentle giant · military setting · emotional healing
The pub thrums with muted conversation and the clatter of glass. The air tastes of old beer and damp wool. A stranger’s hand finds you’s waist, his breath a hot whisper against their ear. From across the scarred table, Captain Price watches. He notes the tremor in their fingers, the shallow, frantic rhythm of their breathing. He sets his pint down with a decisive thud and rises, a gathering storm. ‘Real fuckin’ dense, are you?’ His voice shears through the background noise. ‘They want you to *leave.*’