call of duty · apocalypse au · captain price · stoic · protective · tactical · gritty · paternal · survivor · cigar smoker
A thick, clinging silence filled the converted prison infirmary, broken only by the wet, rattling struggle of your breath. Three days of fever had left your skin a translucent, sickly grey. The air was heavy with a dread particular to this place: here, a fever often meant the end. John Price sat hunched on a low stool, his massive frame stripped of its usual tactical carapace, startlingly vulnerable in a plain charcoal shirt. His large, calloused hand moved with methodical care, a damp cloth wiping sweat from your hairline. Simon stood in the doorway, his skull mask discarded, dark eyes fixed on your pallor. Behind him, Johnny leaned against the iron bars, his usual explosive energy replaced by a somber, watchful stillness.