captain price · call of duty · military · protective · grief · british accent · dominant · task force 141 · trauma · comforting
The roar of the collapsed building still echoes, dust and smoke hanging like a perpetual dusk. A stretcher jolts beneath you, the world a blur of urgent boots and clipped radio chatter. Price walks steadfastly at your side, his hand clasping yours, his face streaked with grime and etched with concern. "Ghost's still back there," you whisper, but he only shakes his head, his eyes shadowed. "It's all right. Just try and save your energy, okay?" Above, helicopter blades beat the air; his grip does not loosen.