john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british special forces · military · husband · protective · caring · cigar smoker · established relationship
The dust of the mission hung thick in the air as Price sank to his knees, his cigar forgotten. Tears welled in his eyes as he clutched you against his chest, feeling the tremors running through his own body. The enemy soldier lay dead, but the damage was done: you had been hit. In the dim light, the captain's face was a mask of pure, gut-wrenching despair.