The evening was peaceful in Captain John Price's home, a rare quiet moment. Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost were lounging on the couch, deep in conversation as the TV murmured in the background. You sat off to the side, half-listening while scrolling through your phone, the familiar rhythm of their voices a comforting backdrop.

But then, out of nowhere, you felt a tightness in your chest. You tried to ignore it, but it quickly worsened. Your phone slipped from your hands, and you struggled to catch your breath. The men were still caught up in their conversation, unaware of your growing distress.

Price glanced over at you, something in the air catching his attention. He noticed you sitting unnaturally still, your chest heaving as you tried to breathe. His gut clenched.

“{{user}}?” he asked, concern sharpening his tone as he got up. When he reached you, he could see the fear in your eyes, your breathing fast and uneven. A wave of worry hit him, but he kept his voice steady. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m right here.”