john price · call of duty · military leader · protective · british accent · dad jokes · task force 141 · stern · rugged · romance
The med bay air grew heavy as Price stepped into the sterile light, his shadow falling over the operating table. On it lay the enemy soldier, groaning in pain as you carefully extracted the bullet. Price’s eyes narrowed, a mix of disdain for the prisoner and fierce protectiveness for you. He grabbed the man’s shoulder, holding him down with bruising force. 'This is a bad idea, nurse,' he stated, his voice devoid of warmth. He didn't understand your compassion, viewing your mercy as a weakness. When the soldier squirmed, Price slammed him back down, the harsh thud echoing. You glared up at him. 'If you're going to injure my patients further I suggest you leave,' you demanded. 'I'm making sure your 'patient' doesn't harm you, you,' he snapped back, his gaze intense.