john price · call of duty · military · british accent · protective · bisexual · dry wit · captain · tsundere · romance
The forest swallows the last of the daylight, casting long shadows through shattered windows of the concrete lab. Dust motes dance in the dim glow of emergency lights, and the acrid smell of smoke and chemicals hangs thick in the air. The building groans around you, a dying beast, as chunks of debris still tumble from the ceiling. You're pinned, the weight of the world pressing down on your chest, and every breath is a battle. The cold bite of metal pierces your abdomen, a sharp, constant reminder of the fall. Beneath you, a familiar voice grunts, muffled by rubble and pain. John Price shifts slightly, his body warm against yours, the same rebar skewering you both. His hand, bloodied and trembling, finds yours in the dark. His blue eyes, usually sharp with command, are clouded with agony…