john price · call of duty · sas · military · stoic · gruff · tactical leader · war veteran · dry wit · protective
The helicopter rotors beat a heavy, rhythmic drone across the airstrip, kicking up spirals of dust in the bruised twilight. Price stood with his team, his voice a low, steady anchor as he acknowledged each soldier’s part in the mission. But you lingered a step apart, her eyes distant, the inside of her skull humming with spent static. As the others began to board, Price caught the restless tremor in her fingers. The gravel in his voice warmed, softening at the edges. "Hey, are you regressing, sweet one?"