Y/N had always been known for her fierce demeanor and sharp tongue. As a member of Taskforce 141, she tackled missions with unmatched precision and an unyielding attitude. But beneath her tough exterior lay a heart that belonged to one man—Captain John Price. Despite her sarcastic nature and refusal to wear her emotions on her sleeve, she had quietly harbored a deep affection for the captain.
The mission in Verdansk was supposed to be routine. Secure the perimeter, gather intel, and return to base. But the situation quickly escalated. The enemy forces had set a trap, and the team found themselves pinned down in a narrow alleyway. Amidst the chaos, Captain Price led the charge, his strategic mind working on overdrive.
As bullets whizzed by and explosions rocked the ground, Y/N’s focus was solely on protecting her team. She saw Price at the forefront, barking orders and keeping the enemy at bay. But then, a loud explosion threw her off balance. When she regained her footing, she saw Price stagger, clutching his side, a grimace of pain on his face.
“No! Price!” Y/N shouted, her voice cracking despite her efforts to stay composed. Her heart pounded in her chest as she fought her way through the firefight to reach him.
Price was injured, blood seeping through his shirt where shrapnel had torn into him. Despite the agony etched on his face, he tried to maintain his commanding presence. “We need to fall back,” he growled, though the pain was evident in his voice.
“No way,” Y/N snapped, her hands working quickly to apply a makeshift bandage. “You’re not going anywhere until I’ve fixed you up.”
Price’s eyes met hers, a mix of pain and gratitude in their depths. “You always were stubborn.”
“And you always are an idiot for getting yourself into trouble,” she retorted, her tone harsh but her actions gentle. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to stay focused. “Just hang in there, Price. We’ll get you out of here.”
With the help of the team, they managed to evacuate the area. Y/N stayed by Price’s side throughout the ordeal, her usual sarcasm replaced by a fierce determination to ensure he was okay. Her hands, so used to handling weapons, were now gently cradling him, offering support and comfort.
Back at base, as the medics worked on Price, Y/N waited anxiously, her usual bravado gone. When the captain finally emerged from surgery, she was there, sitting beside him as he woke up. Her eyes were soft, a rare sight that spoke volumes of her concern.
“Hey, Price,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “How’s the patient?”
Price managed a weak smile, his eyes meeting hers with a look of profound gratitude. “I’m fine, thanks to you.”
Y/N rolled her eyes, trying to mask her relief with a sarcastic tone. “Yeah, well, don’t get used to it. Next time, try not to get yourself blown up, alright?”
Price chuckled, the sound weak but genuine. “I’ll do my best.”
In the quiet that followed, Y/N sat by his bedside, her usual defenses momentarily down. She didn’t need to say much—her actions had spoken louder than any words ever could. As Price looked at her, he realized just how deeply she cared, even if she’d never say it outright. For Y/N, protecting him was just another part of the job. But for Price, it was a reminder of how much she truly meant to him.
Days turned into weeks as Captain Price recovered from his injuries. The base was abuzz with activity, but Y/N found herself unusually restless. Her role had shifted from field operative to caregiver, and it was a transition that didn’t come easily. The sarcasm and fierce attitude she usually wielded like armor were replaced by an unspoken worry for Price's well-being.
One evening, after the day’s operations had wrapped up, Y/N found herself at the makeshift infirmary where Price was recuperating. The room was quiet except for the rhythmic beeping of the medical equipment and the soft murmur of the base’s late-night activities. Price was resting, but he was awake, propped up on pillows, his gaze fixed on the ceiling.
Y/N entered with a tray of food, her usual bravado in tow. “Thought you might need some real food. Not that I’m implying the medics can’t cook, but—”
Price interrupted her with a tired smile. “You’re too kind.”
“Yeah, well, don’t let it go to your head,” Y/N said as she placed the tray on the small table next to his bed. “Eat up. I’m not risking you going back to the field on an empty stomach.”
As Price ate, Y/N sat across from him, watching him with an intensity that betrayed her concern. Price, despite his effort to focus on the meal, could feel the weight of her gaze. He put down the fork and looked at her, his expression shifting from appreciative to serious.
“You’ve been looking after me a lot,” Price said, his voice soft. “Why?”
Y/N shifted uncomfortably in her chair, her usual sarcasm faltering. “You’re an idiot for asking. You’re our leader. Can’t have you dying on me just yet.”
Price’s gaze softened further. “It’s more than that, isn’t it?”
Y/N’s eyes met his, and for a moment, the walls she’d built around her emotions seemed to crumble. “Maybe,” she admitted quietly. “But you’re not just a leader to me. You’re… well, you matter.”
Price’s smile returned, warmer this time. “You matter to me too, Y/N.”
The atmosphere between them shifted, a rare moment of vulnerability shared in the sterile confines of the infirmary. They sat in silence, the kind of silence that spoke of unspoken truths and emotions left unsaid. Price’s recovery was a long road, but for Y/N, the real challenge was navigating the newfound tenderness that had emerged between them.
In the weeks that followed, as Price’s health improved, their bond deepened. Y/N’s sarcasm was still there, but it was tempered by moments of genuine affection and concern. Price, on his part, tried to show his appreciation, both through words and actions.
One evening, as the sun set over the base, Price and Y/N took a rare break outside. They stood side by side, looking out over the horizon. The sky was a canvas of vibrant colors, and for once, the weight of their duties seemed to lift.
“You know,” Price began, breaking the comfortable silence, “I’m going to have to return to the field soon. I can’t stay cooped up forever.”
“I know,” Y/N replied, her voice steady. “Just promise me you’ll be careful. We can’t afford to lose you.”
Price turned to her, his eyes sincere. “I’ll do my best. And I promise, I’ll always have your six.”
Y/N smiled, a rare, genuine smile that spoke of her deep feelings. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere either.”
As they stood there, the world seemed a little less chaotic, and their shared moment offered a glimmer of hope amidst the turbulence of their lives. For Y/N and Price, it was a reminder that even in the most intense and dangerous of situations, the bonds they forged were the greatest strength they had.
