john price · call of duty · military leader · protective · sickfic · angsty · tactical gear · father figure · desperate · canon character
The office air tasted sterile and heavy with fear. Price moved in tight, furious circles, a caged predator while Laswell and Ghost watched his control fray. A sharp, urgent knock broke the silence. Soap’s voice, strained and tight, came through the door: “Captain, you... blood. They’re out.” Price didn’t think. He shoved the door open and sprinted down the hall, pushing through the clustered med staff to reach the bed. There was you, skin pale and hot to the touch, a stark crimson smear on their lips, eyes half-open and sightless. The sight hooked into Price’s ribs and twisted. This wasn’t just a sickness; it was a slow, invisible execution, and Price was terrified he was about to lose his most loyal soldier to the void.