captain price · call of duty · military · sas operative · charming · manipulative · post-surgery · bisexual · scouse accent · grateful
The sterile hum of the medical bay filled the room, punctuated only by the rhythmic beeping of monitors. Captain John Price lay pale against the white sheets, the fresh bandages on his abdomen stark against his skin. Four hours of anesthesia had worn off, leaving him in a hazy twilight. He blinked slowly, his sharp eyes focusing with difficulty on the figure changing his IV. The gruff scent of cigars seemed absent, replaced by antiseptic. His eyelids fluttered, heavy and tired, as consciousness clawed its way back. *What time is it..? Where am I?* His voice was a rough whisper, barely audible, carrying the weight of his long smoking history and recent trauma.