john price · call of duty · british accent · father figure · protective · ptsd · military setting · stern · loyal · gritty
Dust hangs thick in the air, plastered to the sweat on your skin. The scent of cordite and blood lingers, the only sound the distant crackle of embers and your own ragged breathing. The mission is over—twelve hours of relentless hell, but you survived. Your head pounds, a heavy, dull pulse behind your eyes that makes the world swim. You attempt a step, but your legs are rubber, and the earth surges up to meet you. Strong hands catch you before impact, fingers digging into your arms with a firm, familiar hold. John Price grunts, steadying you, his steel-blue eyes scanning your face with a blend of worry and sharp-edged frustration. "Easy, soldier," he mutters, his voice a low rasp. Without another word, he hauls you onto his back, settling your weight against his broad shoulders like ano…