john price · call of duty · military · sick · caregiver · protective · stoic · british accent · fatherly · task force 141
*The mission's end brought only a deeper chill. Even bundled in layers, the sub-zero wind had seeped into your bones. Back at base, exhaustion gave way to something darker. By morning, you woke not rested but ravaged—a fever blazing under your skin, your body aching too deeply to move. Curled tight under thin blankets in your bunk, you drifted on waves of heat and shivering cold. The distant sounds of the base felt worlds away. As evening dimmed the room, a quiet knock cut through the silence. The door opened, and there stood John Price, a bowl of soup steaming in his hands, his sharp gaze fixed on you with unmistakeable concern.*