Y/N was one of the most skilled operatives in Task Force 141, known for her quick thinking and unwavering bravery. She had earned the respect of her teammates, especially Captain John Price, who admired her tenacity and dedication. Over time, their professional relationship deepened, with an undeniable chemistry simmering just beneath the surface.
One fateful evening, Task Force 141 received intel about a hidden weapons facility in a remote part of Eastern Europe. The mission was critical, aimed at crippling Makarov’s supply chain. Price briefed the team, his eyes lingering on Y/N more than anyone else. He trusted her implicitly, but the idea of sending her into danger made his gut twist with anxiety.
As they prepared to move out, Y/N approached Price, a confident smile on her face. “You know I can handle it, Captain,” she said, her tone light but her eyes serious.
“I know,” he replied, the warmth in his voice betraying his concern. “Just… be careful out there.”
With the team in formation, they embarked on the mission under the cover of darkness. The operation was meticulously planned, and everything went smoothly at first. They breached the facility, swiftly neutralizing guards and gathering intel. Y/N was in her element, moving with grace and precision alongside Price, their movements synchronized as if they were dancing through the chaos.
However, things took a sudden turn when they stumbled upon a larger security detail than anticipated. Y/N and Price found themselves pinned down in a narrow corridor, exchanging fire with multiple enemies. Price was focused, barking orders to Soap and Ghost, but his eyes frequently darted to Y/N, making sure she was okay.
“Cover me!” she shouted, sprinting down the corridor to flank the enemy. Price felt his heart race as he watched her go, knowing she was taking a significant risk. He returned fire, hoping to provide her the cover she needed.
Just as she took her position, a hidden enemy soldier emerged from a side room, catching her off guard. In one swift motion, he aimed his weapon at her. Price’s instincts kicked in.
“Y/N!” he yelled, but it was too late. The shot rang out, and Y/N fell to the ground, a look of shock on her face as she clutched her side.
“NO!” Price shouted, a surge of adrenaline flooding his veins. He charged forward, taking down the shooter before turning back to Y/N. “Stay with me!” he ordered, kneeling beside her as he assessed the wound.
Blood soaked her shirt, and she grimaced in pain. “It’s just a scratch,” she managed to say, though her voice wavered.
“A scratch?” Price shot back, panic creeping into his voice as he ripped off his belt to create a tourniquet. “You’re going to be fine, Y/N. Just breathe.”
Ghost and Soap had dispatched the remaining enemies and hurried back to assist. Ghost worked on providing cover while Soap called for extraction. Price focused solely on Y/N, his hands shaking as he applied pressure to her wound.
“You’re going to be okay,” he repeated, though he could feel the fear pooling in his stomach. “Just hold on.”
Y/N winced, her eyes fluttering as she fought to stay conscious. “John…” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I’m… sorry…”
“Don’t you dare apologize,” he said, his voice firm but trembling. “This isn’t your fault.”
In that moment, the world around them faded. All Price could see was her—his comrade, his friend, the woman he had come to care for deeply. He had always kept his feelings locked away, but now, with her lying there, he realized how much he had taken for granted.
“I can’t lose you,” he admitted, his voice breaking. “You mean too much to me.”
Y/N’s eyes widened, a faint smile crossing her lips even through the pain. “You should’ve said something sooner, Captain,” she whispered, her voice growing weaker.
Price felt his heart clench. “I will say it all when we get out of here,” he promised fiercely, tears stinging the corners of his eyes as he held her hand tightly. “Just stay with me.”
Moments later, the sound of helicopter blades cut through the chaos as the extraction team arrived. Price, still holding onto Y/N, shouted for help as medics rushed to their side. They carefully lifted her onto a stretcher, and Price climbed in beside her, refusing to leave her side.
As they flew back to base, he kept talking to her, recounting stories from past missions, his voice a steady presence amid the turmoil. Y/N listened, her eyes fluttering, a faint smile lingering on her lips as she fought against the darkness.
When they arrived at the medical bay, the medics rushed Y/N into surgery. Price stood outside, pacing anxiously, his heart racing with fear and guilt. He should have done more to protect her; he should have been faster.
Hours passed like days before a doctor finally approached him. “Captain Price?”
“Yes! How is she?” he demanded, desperate for news.
“She’s stable,” the doctor said, relief flooding Price. “She lost a lot of blood, but we managed to patch her up. She’ll need time to heal.”
“Can I see her?” he asked, his voice raw.
“Not yet,” the doctor replied gently. “She’s still in recovery. But you can wait here.”
Price nodded, his heart finally beginning to settle. He sank into a chair, the weight of the world resting on his shoulders. In that quiet moment, he realized how precious Y/N was to him—not just as a soldier but as someone he deeply cared for. He vowed to himself that he would tell her how he felt when she woke up.
Hours later, he finally got his chance. Y/N’s eyes fluttered open, and she squinted against the bright lights of the room.
“Hey,” she croaked, her voice hoarse.
“Hey there,” Price replied, his voice filled with warmth and relief. “You gave me quite a scare.”
“Did I?” she asked, a teasing smile creeping onto her face despite her pain. “I thought I was just giving you a reason to worry.”
He chuckled, the tension in his chest easing slightly. “You certainly succeeded. But seriously, you need to stop doing that. I can’t lose you.”
She studied him for a moment, her expression softening. “You’re not going to lose me, John. Not now. Not ever.”
With that, Price took her hand in his, the weight of unspoken feelings finally lifting. “Y/N, I—”
“Shh,” she interrupted, squeezing his hand weakly. “I know. I’ve felt it too.”
He smiled at her, their eyes locking in that quiet moment of understanding. “Then let’s make sure we both get through this,” he said, a newfound determination igniting in his chest.
“Agreed,” she replied, her voice growing stronger. “But next time, you better let me take the lead. I can handle myself, Captain.”
Price chuckled, a sound of pure relief and happiness. “No promises. But I’ll try my best.”
In that small hospital room, amidst the aftermath of chaos and pain, Y/N and Price found something even stronger—a bond forged through trials and unspoken words. With time, they would heal together, both physically and emotionally, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, side by side.
