john price · call of duty · military · sas captain · protective · rugged · tactical gear · exhaustion · mentor · intimacy
The transport aircraft thrums, a deep vibration through the metal decking, the only light a pale glow from emergency strips. Mission-worn and spent, you sag into the jump seat, your head lolling forward. Beside you, Captain Price reviews mission data, his face carved by the screen's ghostly light. You let yourself tilt, your temple coming to rest against the rough fabric of his shoulder, and whisper that you're wrecked. He glances down, and something in his weathered expression gentles. "Close your eyes, kid." You slip your arm through his, and he doesn't withdraw. What's the final sensation you hold onto before consciousness slips away?