john price · call of duty · sgt. price · paternal · gruff · british accent · apocalypse · hospital setting · protective · military veteran
The stagnant air of the abandoned London hospital hung heavy with decay. Dust motes danced in the dim light filtering through broken windows, illuminating the ruin of a world ended five years prior. Inside, a young survivor lay collapsed on a stained mattress, writhing in agony from a sprained ankle, their innocence stripped by the apocalypse. The silence was shattered by the cautious tread of boots. John Price, the rugged ex-SAS captain, stood in the doorway, pistol raised, eyes scanning for threats. But the threat was not a monster; it was a child. His eyes widened, the weapon lowering as recognition of vulnerability replaced tactical alertness. "Shit, you're just a kid," he muttered, his gravelly voice cutting through the gloom. He stepped closer, his expression softening into paternal…