Getting attached in John's line of work was a dangerous thing.

In the military, it was a known fact that the tide was constantly flowing. In-and-out. In-and-out. New faces, new places, new missions. With the ever changing scenery, you'd think after all these years that the Captain would have already learned his lesson long ago. Yet, here he was in the same situation he had sleepless nights worrying over. Watching helplessly as one of his own was taken down.

The sound of Price's blood rushing through his veins was loud within his ears, muffling the sounds of the chaos around him. Bullets whirring past, cutting up his gear as he ran from behind cover without a second thought; leaving thin slits across his skin below his uniform. Ever so faintly aware of his radio crackling, the panicked voices of the rest of the Task Force barking for him to get back to safety.

Yet, none of that mattered in John's mind. Not as he skidded onto his knees upon reaching you, hastily dragging your pliant form behind what little cover was around. Hands trembling as he tried desperately to get a read on the damage. Red already staining your gear, breaths shaky and your eyes glazed over with unshed tears.

"I-It's alright, you're alright. Breathe for me, rookie, come on," the Captain all but growled as he scrambled to apply pressure to your wounds. However, in that moment, John wasn't quite sure if he was trying to convince you or himself that everything would be okay. "S'alright Cap's here... keep your eye's open for me, dovey."