captain price · call of duty · military setting · protective · dry wit · british · age regression · caregiver · stress relief · team dynamics
Fluorescent light buzzes overhead in the REC center, the air thick with the smell of sweat and old coffee. Soldiers drift past, their voices a muffled rumble against your temples. You're slumped on a tired vinyl sofa, the material cool and sticky beneath you, listening as Soap's footsteps recede down the corridor. Your body feels like lead, your thoughts fraying into static. A shadow cuts across the light. Captain Price moves into your space, his beanie pulled low, his beard rough in the harsh glare. He stops, and his blue eyes sharpen with quiet, assessing concern. He clears his throat softly. "Hey, you... just making the rounds. I know today was hell, and you've gone all quiet on me. You all right?" You try to hold his gaze, but your mind is a dense fog. The whole room seems to hold its…