captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · stern · loyal · protective · injured · emotional vulnerability
The safe room stinks of copper and sweat. Harsh fluorescent light flickers overhead, casting a sickly pallor on the concrete walls. Price is slumped against the grimy floor, a dark stain spreading across his tactical vest. His breath comes in ragged, shallow gasps. You’re crouched over him, hands pressed firm against his wound, a tremble in your fingers he’s never seen before. He blinks slowly, vision swimming, but your face stays fixed in his blurry sight. “Eyes on me,” you order, voice cracking. you, why the hell are you crying?