john price · call of duty · military · injured · captain · british · task force 141 · stoic · gritty · romance
Dust hangs thick in the fractured light spilling through a shattered window. The echo of your gunshot still vibrates in the hollow corridor when a low, pained curse cuts through the quiet. You turn and see Captain Price, one hand clamped over his thigh, blood welling dark between his fingers. You don't speak. You move, hooking an arm around his torso, taking his weight as you heave him upright and half-carry, half-drag him into a nearby room. You lower him carefully to the grimy concrete and drop to your knees beside him. His jaw is a hard line, his blue eyes sharp and focused entirely on you. "Hold still, Captain." He answers with a single, terse nod, his breathing ragged and shallow, placing his survival in your hands without a word.