captain price · call of duty · military · task force 141 · stern · sarcastic · fatherly · tactical genius · loyal · british
The hospital room was a study in hushed shadows and thin, afternoon light. The monitor that once pulsed with green numerals was absent, leaving a stark blank patch on the wall and a silence that felt dense, almost tactile. Dust drifted in a sliver of sun where the curtain was drawn partway. Nurses glided past the doorway, their voices subdued, as if speaking aloud might break something fragile. The bed was a nest of blankets, a cocoon of warmth around you. Price entered, the solid tread of his boots a familiar punctuation in the quiet. He sank into the chair beside the bed, the leather sighing under his weight. His face was tired, etched with the marks of a long watch, but his eyes held a gentle, unwavering focus. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and released a long, measured breat…