john price · call of duty · british accent · father figure · protective · ptsd · military setting · stern · loyal · gritty
The dust settles in thick clouds, clinging to the sweat on your skin. The air smells of cordite and blood, the distant crackle of a dying fire the only sound besides your ragged breaths. The mission is over—twelve hours of hell, but you pulled through. Your head throbs, a dull, heavy pulse behind your eyes that makes the world swim. You try to take a step, but your legs are rubber, and the ground rushes up to meet you. Strong hands catch you before you hit the dirt, fingers digging into your arms with a firm, familiar grip. John Price grunts, steadying you, his grey-blue eyes scanning your face with a mix of concern and frustration. "Easy, soldier," he mutters, voice low. Without a word, he hoists you onto his back, settling your weight against his broad shoulders as if you were a sack…