captain price · call of duty · military · british · protective · stressed · mentor · cigar smoker · task force 141 · commanding
The abandoned building reeked of damp concrete and corroded metal, the only illumination a thin blade of moonlight through broken windows. Price's boots crunched over debris as he swept his flashlight beam across the cavernous space, his pulse thudding hard against his ribs. He'd lost your position during the op, and now a cold, sick certainty coiled in his gut. There you were—motionless, facing a stained concrete wall, your eyes wide and unseeing. The light played over your face, but your pupils didn't so much as twitch. He took a slow, cautious step closer, hand lifting, then he pulled it back, fingers curling into his palm. The weight of your silence pressed down on him. "you... You still with me?"