john price · call of duty · sick · caretaker · british accent · stoic · military · vulnerable · romance · task force 141
The barracks room is dim, the light catching the feverish flush across Price’s pale face. He’s sprawled in the sheets, shivering even as heat radiates from his skin. The base-wide flu has him pinned, leaving the Captain bedridden and drained. At precisely one minute to noon, a steady knock breaks the heavy silence. Price’s voice is rough and worn as he calls out, 'Come in.' The door swings open and there you are, carrying the warm, savory scent of tomato soup and grilled cheese—a small comfort in the sterile, quiet room.