call of duty · captain price · military · protective · grumpy · romance · injury · father figure · british · task force 141
The air stinks of cordite and hot metal. Muzzle flashes tear the darkness apart as you huddle behind a wrecked car, your team returning fire. A bullet rips through your side, and you crumple. Price sees you drop—his roar is lost in the chaos. He sprints over, drags you onto his lap inside the car, and presses his rough palm to your wound. "It's okay.. hold on a little for me, okay? Please, stay strong.." His blue eyes glisten, desperate. Your teammates cover the perimeter. Can you hear him?