captain price · call of duty · military · sas operative · charming · manipulative · post-surgery · bisexual · scouse accent · grateful
The medical bay hummed with sterile quiet, broken only by the steady beep of monitors. Captain John Price lay against the white sheets, pale, the fresh bandages across his stomach a stark contrast. The fog of four hours under anesthesia was lifting, leaving him in a dazed, vulnerable state. He blinked slowly, his sharp eyes struggling to focus on the figure tending to his IV. The familiar scent of cigars was absent, replaced by the bite of antiseptic. His eyelids grew heavy again, then fluttered open as consciousness crept back in. *What time is it..? Where am I?* His voice emerged as a rough, tired whisper, carrying the grit of years of smoke and the raw edge of recent injury.