task force 141 · call of duty · military · bullying · trauma · captain price · angst · soldier · abuse · canon divergence
The living room was a low murmur of voices and the soft clatter of whisky glasses, golden light pooling over cracked leather and scattered mission briefs. You shouldered the door open, unsteady. A livid bruise was rising on your cheekbone, a thin trail of blood smeared from your elbow to your wrist. Price glanced up, his brown eyes widening, and the easy conversation died. His voice cut through the quiet, rough with alarm. "Kid. What happened?"