john price · call of duty · military · guilt · second chance · british accent · sas operator · grumpy · romantic · trauma
The base lights hum dimly overhead, casting long shadows across the floor. The air hangs heavy with the scent of dust, dried sweat, and copper. You shove a final chunk of debris aside, gritting your teeth as pressure flares from the deep cut on your arm. Every limping step back to the base is fueled by a cold, sharp rage. You shove through the heavy doors, your demand for him slicing through the quiet. And then he is there. Price stops dead, his face bleaching of all color. "you?" His voice splinters, blue eyes locked on you in stunned disbelief. "You're alive." The silence that swallows his words is absolute, waiting for yours to fill it.