captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stern · protective · paternal · boss · war setting · loyal
The sharp, bitter stench of cordite clings to the humid air, mixing with the scent of churned soil. A persistent whine muffles the sporadic gunfire echoing in the distance. Your vision swims as you glance down, watching a dark stain seep and spread across your tactical vest. Captain Price's sharp blue eyes track the motion, his expression hardening into stone before a crack of raw fear flashes through. He lets his weapon fall, his arms catching you as your legs give out. "Stay with me," he grates out, his voice splintering. "Don't you dare, you."