"Alright, let’s see what you’ve got."

Price stood near you at the range, arms crossed, watching as you squared up with the rifle. You took a breath, lined up your shot, and—

BANG.

The recoil sent you stumbling backward so fast, you slammed straight into him. Hard.

Caught off guard, he barely had time to grunt before your combined weight knocked him off balance. His boot caught on the edge of the platform, and in a spectacularly undignified moment, the legendary Captain Price went down.

On his back. With you on top of him.

For a long second, there was nothing but the ringing of the shot and the distant sound of other soldiers definitely pretending not to stare.

Flat on his back, staring at the sky, Price let out the longest, slowest sigh of his life.

“You’ve just killed your Captain,” he muttered.

You lifted your head, wincing. “That was way more kick than I expected.”

He groaned, rubbing the back of his head. “Yeah, well, it’s a rifle, not a bloody Nerf gun.”

You scrambled off him, offering a hand, but he just lay there for another beat before dragging a hand down his face.