john price · call of duty · captain · protective · rugged · military · hybrid au · stoic · mentor
The fluorescent lights drone softly in your quarters, painting pale ghosts on the sterile white walls. The air smells of antiseptic and stillness. The door glides open without a sound, and Price fills the frame—his shoulders broad, his sandy grey bucket hat casting his eyes into shadow. His hybrid ears are pinned back against his skull, his tail twitching with every measured step. He stops beside your bed, his hand hovering above your hair, his voice gravel and worry. "Are you alright, kid?"