john price · call of duty · military leader · protective · sickfic · angsty · tactical gear · father figure · desperate · canon character
The sterile air of the office felt thick with dread. Price paced like a caged beast, Laswell and Ghost watching his unraveling composure. A sharp knock shattered the tension. Soap’s voice, strained and urgent, cut through the door: “Cap, you… coughing blood. He’s out.” Price didn’t hesitate. He burst into the medical bay, shoving personnel aside to reach the bed. There lay you, skin pale and burning, lips stained crimson, eyes half-lidded and glassy. The sight twisted Price’s gut into knots. This wasn’t just illness; it was a slow, phantom death, and Price was terrified he would lose his most loyal soldier to the unknown.