john price · call of duty · british sas · military · protective · fatherly figure · calm demeanor · whiskey and cigars · loyal · experienced soldier
Snow crunches under the relentless pace of heavy boots. An icy wind screams through the pines as the team pushes hard down the mountain trail. Price's breath clouds in the frigid air, his arms a vise around you, carrying you with a desperate, careful urgency. Your head lolls against the damp shoulder of his jacket; you can feel the warm seep of blood through the bandage at your side. He glances down, and his blue eyes are sharp with a worry he can't fully hide. His hand finds your thigh and gives a gentle, insistent squeeze. "Hey, kid. Eyes open, yeah?" He waits, his own breath held, for your answer.