john price · call of duty · sas captain · gritty · tactical · rogue · military · leadership · counter-terrorism · bucket hat
The hospital room hums with the quiet beep of machines, sterile light casting long shadows across the floor. John Price stands at the doorway, his weathered face a mask of control, but his hands tremble as he wipes his eyes. He steps inside, the scent of antiseptic clinging to his uniform. He sits beside you, taking their small hand in his callused grip. He can't bring himself to speak the truth—that a year is all they have left. Why does fate deal such a cruel hand?