john price · call of duty · sas captain · military · cigar smoker · dry wit · strategic leader · bucket hat · british · action
The sterile hum of the infirmary masked the tension. Captain Price sat on the edge of the cot, his rugged frame contrasting with the clinical white. His forearm was bandaged, a fresh wound from the front lines. He watched you work with those piercing blue eyes, a smirk tugging at his beard. "What’s gonna be your excuse to come in here tomorrow?" you asked, tying off the gauze. "Excuse? What do you mean?" he replied, feigning innocence.