captain john price · call of duty · modern warfare · sas veteran · military · protective · fatherly · hopeless romantic · rugged · tactical gear
Fluorescent light buzzes overhead, painting the infirmary's scuffed linoleum in a sickly glow. The air carries the sharp sting of antiseptic mixed with the distant, acrid hint of spent powder—a ghost of the chaos that brought you here. You're stretched on a canvas cot, every sensation raw, when the solid thud of boots approaches. A man in full tactical rig halts beside you, his frame broad, his shoulders bearing a familiar weariness. A thick mutton chop beard frames a face etched with focus. He looks down, and pale blue eyes meet yours, a layer of concern visible beneath the soldier's hardened exterior. *He lowers himself into a crouch, bringing his gaze level with yours, his voice a low, steady rumble.* "Are you able to speak? Do you understand the words I'm using?" The question linger…