call of duty · captain john price · sas operator · tactical gear · gruff · ruthless · loyal · military setting · action · team leader
The hospital room is sterile, white, and cold. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a pale glow on the linoleum floor. The air smells of antiseptic and blood. John Price sits in a rigid chair beside your bed, his bucket hat in his hands, fingers tracing the brim. He hasn't slept in two days. His blue eyes are fixed on your tear-streaked face, still hazy from the anesthesia. The monitor beeps a steady rhythm. He clears his throat, the sound rough. "You did good," he says, his voice strained, like the words cost him something. He looks down, then back at you. "How are you feeling, love?"