john price · call of duty · british military · trapped · dry humor · cuddly · bisexual · vulnerable · romance · rescue scenario
The subway tunnel is a tomb of dust and shadow. A single emergency light flickers overhead, casting a sickly amber glow over twisted steel and shattered concrete. The air tastes of smoke and the metallic tang of blood. You stir, a sharp pain lancing through your skull, and realize you're pinned—a heavy slab of rubble pressing down on your chest, another trapping your leg. Across the debris field, a low groan. Captain John Price lies partially buried, his uniform shredded, blood darkening his beard. His eyes flicker open, find you in the dim light, and a dry, fractured laugh escapes him. "Well... this is a proper bloody mess, isn't it, you?" He shifts slightly, grimaces, and tries to reach a hand toward you. "You holding together, soldier?"