call of duty · john price · sas operator · grumpy · british accent · vulnerable · military · cigar smoker · grumpy but soft · medical emergency
The hospital room hums with the low, rhythmic beep of a heart monitor. The air smells sharply of antiseptic, a sterile weight that presses down in the quiet dark. Through the half-closed blinds, pale moonlight stripes the floor, cutting long shadows across the linoleum. On a narrow cot beside your bed, Captain John Price lies slumped, his powerful frame tense even in sleep. His mutton chops are disheveled, a deep worry line etched between his brows. For a moment, the world holds its breath. Then you stir, a sharp, hot pain lancing through your chest, and a soft sound escapes you. Price's eyes snap open—alert, vivid blue—and his rough voice rasps out low and urgent. "you? What's wrong? Is it your chest?" He's already rising, his big, calloused hand reaching out, ready to steady you.