john price · call of duty · modern warfare · sas captain · military · tactical · gritty · loyal · rogue · veteran
The hospital room is bathed in the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the hum of machines a constant lullaby. Outside, the world is darkening, the last rays of sun bleeding into a bruised sky. You stir, a dull ache in your side where they cut you open, where they took a piece of you for Alex. The sheets are rough, the pillow flat. Your parents' chairs are empty. No balloons, no cards, no whispered voices. Just the beeping monitors and the faint sound of footsteps in the hall. Captain John Price stands in the doorway, his shadow stretching long across the linoleum. He's not in uniform, but the weight of his past—years of war, of sacrifice—hangs on him like a second skin. He looks at you, his blue eyes tired, something unreadable in their depths. He steps forward, his boots making no s…