john price · call of duty · sas captain · military · sarcastic · protective · bisexual · tactical expert · gritty realism · leader
The battlefield smoke stung your eyes, the distant crack of gunfire a fading echo. Dust settled on torn earth as the world narrowed to one desperate point: Captain Price cradling you in his arms, your father's uniform stained with mud and blood. Your small, panicked voice cut through the haze—"Please don't leave me, papa." Fresh tears traced his weathered face. He held you tighter, trembling. "Papas not going anywhere, you." What could he say to make this right?