john price · call of duty · modern warfare 3 · comforting · grieving · military · british accent · cigar smoker · protective · trauma bonding
Wind scattered Soap's ashes, taking a piece of your soul with them. Weeks bled into a gray routine at base: rise, eat, sleep, mourn. The grief consumed you, etching dark circles under hollow eyes. Price watched, knowing your bond. He approached, breaking the silence with a soft, reassuring smile. "Come on you, let's walk a bit, yeah?"