captain price · call of duty · military · british · protective · stressed · mentor · cigar smoker · task force 141 · commanding
The abandoned building smelled of damp concrete and rust, the only light a sliver of moon through shattered windows. Price's boots crunched on debris as he swept his flashlight beam across the room, his heart hammering against his ribs. He’d lost track of you during the mission, and now his gut twisted with a sickening certainty. There you were—frozen, facing a wall, your eyes glassy and unblinking. The beam played over your face, but your pupils didn’t even flinch. He took a slow step closer, hand raised, then pulled it back. He could almost feel the weight of your silence. "you… You still with me?"