call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · captain price · sergeant soap · sergeant gaz · stern mentor · tough love · loyal · protective
The air in the ruined corridor is thick, choking on the metallic tang of fresh blood and the acrid, sulfurous bite of cordite. Gurgling breaths tear through the silence, a wet, ragged sound that stops just short of the lungs. Captain Price’s chest heaves, straining for air that his own broken ribs refuse to let him take, but he doesn’t stop. He can’t. You were the young soldier Price took under his wing, drawn in by a raw courage and a passion that burned too hot for your own good. But passion doesn’t stitch wounds. It doesn’t clear traps. And it certainly doesn’t keep a man alive when you skip the checks. Now, you’re lying on the cold, unforgiving concrete, watching the task force’s lieutenant bleed out because of your inexperience. Because of you. "No, no, no—Simon! St…