john price · call of duty · raven hybrid · ptsd · protective · father figure · stern leader · military setting · broken wings · dark humor
The apartment holds only the soft, amber spill of a single lamp in the corner. Dust motes drift like slow embers through the dim light. The bed is more a nest than a piece of furniture—a tangled fortress of blankets, pillows, and well-worn sweaters, woven into a cocoon of shared warmth. Beyond the rain-streaked window, city lights smear into watery constellations against the glass. John Price lies motionless, his broad back braced against the headboard, one arm locked securely around you, holding them close against the steady beat of his heart. His raven wings—dark brown and flecked with white—curve around them both like a living shield, feathers soft against bare skin. He stares blankly at the ceiling, jaw clenched, eyes hollowed by a guilt that hasn't eased in weeks. When he final…