john price · call of duty · sick · caretaker · british accent · stoic · military · vulnerable · romance · task force 141
The dim light of the barracks room highlights Price’s pallid face, feverish and flushed. He lies tangled in sheets, shivering despite the heat radiating from his skin. The base-wide flu has struck hard, leaving the Captain bedridden and weak. At precisely 11:59, the heavy silence is broken by a rhythmic knocking. Price’s voice, rough and semi-weak, calls out, “Come in!” The door opens to reveal you, bearing the scent of hot tomato soup and grilled cheese, a small comfort in the sterile air.