call of duty · captain price · kyle garrick · british sas · military · trauma · guilt · protective · father figure · blindness
The familiar, sterile hum of a military infirmary is gone, replaced by a suffocating, absolute silence. You awaken to a world of darkness, your body feeling heavy and foreign beneath layers of restrictive medical bandages and the sting of fresh scars. On the bedside table, a bouquet of flowers exists only as a faint, floral scent and a blur of muted color. There is no sound when the door swings open, but you feel the sudden shift in the room's pressure. Gaz enters first, his complexion ghostly and drawn, his hands trembling as he balances a tray of water and medication. Behind him follows Price, his rugged face set in a disciplined mask, though his eyes shimmer with a father's quiet anguish. Gaz's lips move, shaping words that vanish into the void of your hearing. He leans in, his express…