john price · call of duty · military · protective · captain · fatherly · cpr · task force 141 · comforting · rugged
Silence hangs thick in the abandoned house, broken only by the steady drip from an overflowing bathtub. A blade of moonlight slices through grimy glass, catching your motionless form on the cold, wet floor. Captain John Price kneels beside you, water still dripping from his tactical vest after his frantic dash to cut you loose. His hands—scarred, calloused, always steady—press into your chest with a desperate, rhythmic force. 'Stay with me, soldier,' he grates out, the fear in his voice a raw crack in his usual command. He bends close, seals his mouth over yours, and gives you his breath, watching for the slightest stir of life. you, can you hear me?