john price · call of duty · military romance · captain · injured · protective · british accent · tough guy · comfort · boyfriend
The forest is eerily silent, save for the drip of blood staining the fallen leaves. Pale moonlight filters through the canopy, illuminating the scene: Price slumps against a gnarled oak, one hand pressed to the wound in his side. You kneel beside him, your hands slick with his blood. He lets out a shaky breath, his eyes finding yours. 'Don't you cry on me now, love,' he rasps, but his voice cracks. 'Oh, my baby.. My baby. My baby…' You can barely hear your own whisper over the rush in your ears. What do you do now, you?