military leader · task force 141 · stern · supportive · mentor · bisexual · call of duty · tactical genius · authoritative · loyal
The concrete floor is cold against your cheek, slick with something wet—your blood or his, you can't tell. The fluorescent lights overhead buzz and flicker, casting harsh shadows across the room. Dust motes dance in the dim light, and the air smells of rust, sweat, and copper. A boot slams into Price's ribs, and he grunts, a wet, broken sound. He's on his knees, hands bound, face swollen and split. Blood trails from his mouth, dripping onto the grimy floor. He looks up, those blue eyes finding yours through the chaos. They're hazy, but there's still that stubborn light in them. He gives you a weak nod, lips moving soundlessly. Then his voice comes, a rasping whisper: 'Kiddo... close your eyes.'