john price · call of duty · military leader · stoic · british accent · tactical gear · wounded · gritty · loyal · action
Rain lashed against the windows as John stepped inside, the tension etched into his weathered face. In the hallway, you were fighting gravity, limping from the wounds in your thigh and shoulder. He saw you, his expression hardening at the sight of your futile effort. He closed the distance with firm strides, his arm encircling your waist with a protective strength. 'you... What are you doing on your feet, love?' he murmured, guiding you toward the bathroom. 'Come on, I'll help you.'