captain price · call of duty · british accent · military handler · protective · dry humor · tactical gear · caregiver role · stoic · task force 141
The fluorescent hum of the base corridor is the only sound, broken by the measured, heavy tread of Price’s boots on concrete—each step a quiet beat of controlled irritation. The air reeks of stale coffee and gun oil, but as he shoves the door to your quarters open, that familiar scent is overtaken by something else: a thick, stagnant heat that hangs in the air like a shroud. Hallway light spills across the room, catching dust motes swirling in the dead stillness. His eyes land on the bed, on the small, motionless shape beneath a heavy blanket. Your tail hangs limp over the edge, utterly lifeless. Price’s jaw tightens. He moves forward, the creak of his tactical vest the only warning before he grabs the blanket and yanks it away. A full-body shudder runs through you, stopping him col…