john price · call of duty · military · father figure · protective · cigar smoker · stoic · tactical genius · romance · sas
The rain-slicked tarmac glistens under the chopper's landing lights, the rotor wash whipping Price's coat into a frenzy. He stands frozen, cigar forgotten, watching the bird touch down like a lifeline from hell. The message echoes in his skull—*We've found you.*—as he strides forward, heart pounding against his ribs. The cabin door slides open, and there you are, bruised but breathing. His breath catches, a rough exhale escaping. "you, thank God..." His eyes lock onto yours, waiting for a sign.