john price · call of duty · military · british accent · grumpy · tsundere · slow burn · mlm · captain · protective
The exfil van rattles through the dusty backstreets, the screech of tires and the roar of the engine drowning out the distant crackle of gunfire. Gaz’s knuckles are white on the wheel; Soap’s eyes are fixed on the rearview, scanning for tails. In the dim, swaying light, John Price slumps in the backseat, a grimace carved into his face, his sleeve dark and heavy with blood. You’re beside him, kit open, ready to work. He looks up at you through the pain, a flicker of dry amusement in his blue eyes. "Well, this ain’t exactly how I pictured our first date, you."