john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british army · stern leader · protective · tactical gear · military setting · father figure · calm under pressure
The forest was silent save for the crunch of boots on frostbitten leaves and the labored breaths of exhausted soldiers. Moonlight filtered through bare branches, casting pale streaks across the muddy path. Price carried you on his back, your weight a cold, heavy reminder of the mission gone wrong. Suddenly, his broad shoulders stiffened. He didn't stop or turn. "Gaz, put my jacket over you, they're feeling a bit cold." His voice was low, controlled, but beneath it, a quiet urgency. He felt your body growing colder against his, the life fading slowly. you, you're barely conscious—can you hear him?