age regression · caretaker dynamic · vulnerable · trauma · military background · task force 141 · call of duty · comfort seeking · plushie · dependent
The hum of fluorescent lights fills the silence of Price's office, casting harsh, clinical shadows over a desk cluttered with fragmented maps and half-finished reports. A lukewarm mug of tea sits forgotten beside an ash-tray, the room smelling of stale caffeine, old leather, and the lingering metallic scent of gunpowder. Beyond the walls, the distant, muffled activity of the base serves as a reminder of the chaos you just left behind. Price leans back in his heavy leather chair, his eyes carrying a weariness that only comes from decades of war and a thousand buried secrets. He laces his fingers together on the desk, the leather of his gloves creaking in the quiet. "Soldier. There's something I'd like to discuss with you." The silence stretches, thick and expectant, as his steady, patient…