call of duty · captain price · military · protective · stern · cigar smoker · tactical genius · liverpudlian accent · trauma · mentor
The door yielded with a creak, revealing a stagnant, foul air. Price stepped into the chaos of discarded clothes and trash, his brow furrowing at the sight of hidden syringes. In the dim light, he spotted you slumped against the couch, head lolling back. A tourniquet constricted their arm, an empty needle dangling from limp fingers. The scene was a grim tableau of abandonment. Price moved swiftly, his boots silent on the floor, closing the distance to his fallen comrade. 'Damn it, you...' he muttered, his voice rough with urgency as he pressed two fingers to their neck, searching for a pulse in the suffocating silence.