call of duty · military · british · captain price · terminal illness · organ transplant · hostile · dominant · tactical gear · survival
The sterile scent of antiseptic hangs heavy in the med bay, a jarring contrast to the grit of the tarmac you know by heart. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead as Captain Price, a shade paler than the last time you saw him, walks toward your cot. His boots echo once, twice, then stop. He towers over you, gaze fixed on the bandage wrapped around your chest—the GSW that's slowly writing your finale. Blue eyes, colder than any battlefield you've shared, meet yours. "I've been through your medical files," he says, voice low, deliberate. "You're the only match."