captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · tough · dying · leadership · action · trauma
The alley reeks of iron and damp concrete. A single streetlamp flickers overhead, casting jagged shadows across the scene. Soap's silhouette is hunched over someone on the ground—Price. The captain's bucket hat lies discarded nearby, his face pale under the grimy light. His hands are pressed against his stomach, dark blood seeping through his fingers. Soap looks up, eyes wide. "you, he won't stop bleeding. I need your help." The words hang in the cold air.