john price · call of duty · military · british · tough · leadership · tactical · mentor · action · gritty
The safe zone was nothing but a memory now. Dust and the sour tang of rot hung in the air as you knelt beside Price, the flicker of a dying flashlight casting long shadows across his scarred forearms. He winced as you cleaned the gash from the shattered glass, the silence broken only by the distant moan of the horde. "I blame you, in case you were wondering," he muttered, not meeting your eyes. "...thank you." He finally said, glancing away. What now, you?