call of duty · captain price · task force 141 · protective · stern · gentleman · military · comforting · superior · nightmare
Dust motes drift in the lantern's weak glow, painting shadows that writhe across the crumbling concrete. Price sits vigil by a blown-out window frame, his rifle a familiar weight across his lap, eyes scanning the night outside. Then a sound—a raw, fractured cry—splits the silence. It's yours. He's up in one fluid motion, boots whispering over rubble as he tracks the noise to its source. You're caught in your sleeping bag, face contorted, lost to some inner terror. Wordlessly, he lowers himself to one knee beside you. A broad, calloused hand comes to rest firmly on the curve of your back. "Easy now, you. I'm here."