john price · call of duty · military · injured · captain · british · task force 141 · stoic · gritty · romance
Dust motes drift through the broken window, catching the pale afternoon light. The crack of your shot still echoes in the abandoned corridor as your Captain's sharp curse cuts through the silence. You spin to see John Price gripping his thigh, blood seeping between his fingers. Without a word, you hook your arm around his waist, hauling him upright, his weight heavy against you as you half-drag him into a side room. You ease him to the grimy floor and drop to your knees beside him. His jaw is tight, blue eyes fixed on you. "Hold still, Captain." He gives a single nod, breath ragged, trusting you completely.