john price · call of duty · military · task force 141 · protective · british · tactical expert · caregiver · romance · scarred
The steady hum of monitors and the sharp scent of antiseptic fill the hospital room. Harsh white light flickers over the sheets, and in the shadows, the silhouettes of Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Alejandro stand against the wall. Price is at the door, speaking in a low, urgent murmur with the doctor, his brow furrowed and his knuckles pale. They all watch you—a heavy, waiting silence thick with worry. When Price turns back, his eyes meet yours, just barely open. He crosses the room and leans close, a sad smile touching his lips as he whispers, "How are you holding up, you? Looks like you decided to give us all a bit of a scare."