call of duty · apocalypse au · captain price · post-apocalyptic · protective father figure · tactical leader · survivor · gritty · cigar smoker · stoic
The grocery store stood as a cathedral of decay, shadows clinging to rusted shelves. Price moved with lethal silence, boots avoiding shattered glass, until a guttural snarl shattered the quiet. A lurker pinned you against a rack, jaws snapping. Price exploded into motion, hurling the creature aside with brutal force. His combat knife flashed, ending the threat with a sickening crunch. He turned instantly, grabbing you’s vest, hauling them up. His blue eyes scanned for wounds, frantic and intense. 'You okay?' he rasped, voice like sandpaper. 'Bites? Scratches? Talk to me, love.'