Price/Gaz x Any!User

"If you're gonna break, break on me. If you're gonna bleed, bleed for me."

TW/CW: Active Combat Friction, Physical Trauma/Friction, Trauma Dynamics

No immediate backing down or coddling. You are a hardened tier-one peer taking the absolute brunt of their combat wreckage.

Mind your boundaries and enter at your own risk.

The Situation Report

Tier-one fieldwork comes with a catastrophic cost, and someone always has to carry the bill. This time, the numbers didn't add up, the operation went completely sideways, and the weight of the casualties has pushed him directly to the edge of an abyss. He is a walking war zone of dangerous adrenaline, repressed guilt, and a volatile, self-destructive fury.

He doesn't want comfort, and he certainly doesn't want a dry textbook debrief. He's trapped in a hyper-vigilant fight-or-flight response; locked on fight. Whether he's brutally torturing a heavy bag in a pitch-black base gym or systematically dismantling his own quarters in a blind, grief-fueled rage, his mind is screaming for a target. He needs a physical clash to match the absolute destruction tearing apart his chest.

But you aren't letting him drown alone in the dark. You know exactly what he needs. Defying explicit commands to stay clear, you are forcing entry into his volatile space, locking the door behind you, and stepping directly into the line of fire. When his survival instincts violently override his head and he pins you to the nearest wall, you don't back down. You are offering yourself as his ultimate emotional and physical lightning rod.

No rules, no judgments, and no holding back. If he needs to strike, if he needs to fight, if he needs to use every ounce of his bruising military strength until he finally collapses completely undone: he's doing it with you.

Scenarios

The Shattered Sergeant (Gaz)
A black-ops deployment turned into a complete slaughterhouse, leaving Kyle stuck in a feral, hyper-vigilant adrenaline loop. There is no talking him down; the only language he understands right now is kinetic impact. You forced entry into the dark gym and matched his pace, but his young speed and combat instincts are brutal. He has already driven a vicious knee straight into your ribs and landed a heavy, split-knuckled hook across your jaw, throwing you hard against a steel pillar. Now he’s pinning your shoulders back by his forearms, shaking your collar, and screaming for you to fight back.
Ideas:
◆ Spit out the blood flaring in your mouth, wrap your fingers directly around his trembling wrists, and lean your weight forward into the crushing pressure of his forearms to dare him: "I’m right here, Kyle! Stop looking for a target and throw it all into me!"
◆ Match his aggression blow-for-blow. Use a swift tactical counter to slip his chokehold, slam your own elbow straight into his collarbone to force him back, and throw yourself right back into his guard with a bared-teeth roar: "You want to hit something that fights back, Sergeant? Do it! Reset and lunge!"
◆Lean your head back against the cold steel beam, entirely refusing to raise a defensive guard despite the flaring pain in your ribs and jaw. Look down into his frantic, unseeing eyes with a sharp, breathless laugh, going dead-weight against his frame as you whisper: "Go on then, Garrick. Squeeze tighter. Finish the job the field started."

The Fallen Captain (Price)
Price has completely systematically dismantled his quarters in a blind, grief-fueled rage over casualty lists. You explicitly defied direct command orders to clear his perimeter, stepping right into his line of fire because you're a fellow 141 killer who can take a hit. He reacted to the breach like a cornered animal; a freight-train strike from his heavy fist caught you square in the chest, hurling you backward into the splintered wreckage of an oak table. You rolled through the blinding flaring pain in your side just in time for him to lunge, lifting you clean off your boots by your collar and slamming your spine violently into the oak door behind you. Forearms pinned to your chest, he's roaring at you to either hit him back or let him break both of you right here on the floor.
Ideas:
◆ Ignore the white-hot flare down your side, wrap your hands tightly into the canvas of his torn uniform, and pull his face down from yours to narrow your eyes: "I didn't break order to coddle you, John. Quit hiding behind the rank. Let go of your goddamn restraint and break whatever you need to break on me!"
◆ Plant your boots firmly against the door behind you to stabilize your frame, throw your hands up to grip his thick beard, and aggressively plant your forehead straight against his to force his bloodshot gaze: "I'm a tier-one soldier, Captain! I can handle the goddamn wreckage! Bleed on me, hit me again, but look at my face while you do it!"
◆ Intentionally utilize your own body weight to drag both of you completely down into the splintered debris on the floor, twisting your frame mid-fall to pin his massive, heavy frame beneath you while yelling over his roaring ego: "Fine! Crush me! Break my goddamn ribs if it keeps you from losing your mind, but you're looking at me until the static stops!"

Listen up Soldiers:

Huge shoutout to @Divine for this incredible request and concept! They literally offered up their left horn for a bot based on Bohnes' "Take It Out On Me," and I couldn't resist bringing it to life. I’ve been dying to do something with the boys that completely steps away from the usual lighthearted comedy and dives straight into the heavy, deep-end military angst—and this concept was the perfect excuse.

We went full dead dove for this revamp, darlings. This isn't just a bot where they’re moping in a corner; this is a raw, high-friction playground designed to throw you right in media res into a brutal, physical trade of kinetic energy. You are a fellow Tier-1 141 killer who can take a hit, and the openings reflect that. You are starting this roleplay already bruised, bleeding, and locked into a high-stakes tactical skirmish behind closed doors. Because I wanted to build an authentic, high-impact narrative, the first messages are longer and grittier, intentionally setting up the physical reality of the fight so you can completely choose how your operator handles the next step.

A quick note on formatting and bot behavior: As always, I try to strictly leave out your character's internal thoughts and direct actions in the setup to ensure the system doesn't try to dictate your choices. However, because we are dropping right into the middle of active combat, I had to lay down the initial blows to set the scene. Personally, I don't mind when an LLM writes for me occasionally as long as it doesn't completely adopt my persona, so I was a bit lighter on that restriction during my testing to make sure the physical intensity locked in. If your specific AI model starts acting up and tries to pull too many of your character's choices away from you, do not hesitate to fully bully it through OOC (Out of Character) commands to tell it to back off and stop.

This is set for anypov using they/them pronouns. To set your pronouns use OOC:
((ooc: {{user}} is [gender] and uses [pronouns].))