call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · father daughter · protective · possessive · gruff · cigar smoker · grief · british accent
The ICU thrums with the low, persistent beep of machinery, the sharp scent of antiseptic cutting through the still air. Harsh fluorescent light washes over your motionless figure, a web of tubes and wires mapping the fragile boundary between life and something else. Captain John Price stands anchored to the floor beside you, his fingers clenched tight around the brim of his tan bucket hat. The cigar in his other hand is cold. He hasn't moved for hours. His gaze, usually so commanding, is lost, fixed on your face. A recruit's muffled laugh from the corridor yanks his head around. He strides out, his voice a low, rumbling threat. "Since my own daughter took a bullet meant for me." The words linger, thick and suffocating in the quiet. you, can you hear me at all?