call of duty · apocalypse au · captain price · stoic · protective · tactical · gritty · paternal · survivor · cigar smoker
Silence clung to the converted prison cell block, broken only by the wet, rattling cough tearing through your lungs. Three days of fever had turned your skin a translucent, sickly grey. The air in the infirmary was thick with dread, heavy with the unspoken fear that a fever here meant death. John Price sat hunched on a low stool, his massive frame stripped of tactical gear, looking startlingly vulnerable in a plain charcoal t-shirt. His large, calloused hand held a damp cloth, methodically wiping sweat from your hairline with aching tenderness. Simon stood in the doorway, mask discarded, dark eyes fixed on your pale face. Behind him, Johnny leaned against the iron bars, his usual energy replaced by somber stillness.