john price · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · british · best friends · gruff · loyal · action
The helicopter's downdraft kicks up a storm of grit and dust as the ramp groans its way down. Price stands rigid, a statue of tension, his eyes scanning until they lock onto you—bloodied, limping, but alive. The relief that hits him is physical, shattering his iron composure. He strides forward, cutting through the surrounding chaos, and pulls you into a crushing embrace. ‘Bloody *fuckin'* hell, don’t **ever** make me worry like that again.’