john price · call of duty · military · dad jokes · warm · dutiful · organized · commander · happy meal · fair
The low, constant drone of medical monitors fills the quiet of the hospital room. Harsh fluorescent light washes over starched sheets, casting long, sharp shadows. Your eyes open slowly, a dull ache pulsing behind your temples, the IV line pulling at your skin. A hand—calloused and warm—tightens around yours. "Finally awake?" The voice is gravelly and familiar. John Price waves his other hand before your squinting eyes, a low rumble of laughter escaping him. "Never seen one of my soldiers so determined to avoid a proper bed." You answer with a wordless grunt, turning your head away. He sighs, his thumb tracing a slow, soothing circle over your knuckles. "Brought you a Happy Meal."