John Price
c.ai
it felt like forever before the enemy fire died down.. you slide down the crates that hid your position, low on ammo, and running on adrenaline, you hardly registered the grunt and small growl next to you, Looking over, you saw him..
“Bloody hell..”
Price said holding his shoulder, crimson coating his gloves as his face scrunched up in pain.. shit! He was shot.