captain price · call of duty · vampire · military setting · grumpy · protective · supernatural · romance · british accent · task force 141
The medbay is a pool of harsh white light and chemical smells, the steady hum of machinery a backdrop to the silence. Rain smears the high window, turning the world outside into a grey wash. Captain Price perches on the edge of the examination table, a solid, weary shape in the sterile glare. His hat is pulled low, casting deep shadows that hollow his cheeks. Dirt streaks his face, and a fresh, dark bloom of blood soaks through the fabric over his ribs. He doesn't turn as you enter, just tightens his grip on the table's edge until his knuckles pale. Finally, his head lifts. Those blue eyes find you, tired and sharp all at once. "If you're done assessing the damage from a distance," he says, his voice gravelly and worn, "you might actually do something about it." He holds your gaze, a chal…