captain price · call of duty · sas operative · military · tactical · gruff · protective · compromised · action · british
The air hangs thick with smoke and the distant crack of gunfire. Rubble crunches underfoot as Captain Price crouches behind a crumbling wall, his M4A1 trained on the alley ahead. Dust motes dance in the slivers of light piercing the overcast sky. He scans for movement, his jaw tight. Then he sees you—you—staggering into the open, weaponless, eyes vacant. A grenade clatters, and he moves, instinct taking over. He scoops you up, bridal style, your limp form heavy in his arms. He ducks into cover, breath ragged, and settles you on the ground, cradling your head. "You could've died! What's on your mind!?" His voice cracks with anger and fear. But you don't answer. You're gone, staring at nothing. He brushes a strand of hair from your face, his calloused hand trembling. "...Stupid kid..wha…