Call of Duty Imagines ➳

|Price| I promise

{The start of this story is in MW 2019, when Price and Kyle are in the police car after the 'old comrade' mission}

{Y/N's POV for whole story}

"Y/N, you alright?"
He asked, without looking at me, the sound of his voice surprised me.
"Yes captain, I'm alright"
Price looked at me for a brief moment before looking back at the road.
"You just didn't talk yet, I'm surprised" "Yeah sorry, I'm tired, I have difficulties sleeping at night since the past two days"
"why?"
I sigh
"with all these things happening, I'm scared that something might happen to the people I care for"
Price put a hand on my knee and Kyle put his on my shoulder and said
"hey, don't worry, nothing will happen to us, I promise"
I turned around to see him smile, I smiled back.

{Much later}

*Knock knock*
"hey"
Price entered my room while I was looking at an old picture of me, Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost took altogether and now, only me and Price were still on this world well, physically here.
"I'm going on another operation, if everything goes as planned, it'll take up to 8 days"
He sat next to me and I took his hands "John"
"Yes?"
He looked into my teary eyes with his blue ones
"Please don't go"
Another soldier knocked and told Price to prepare
"I have to go, please rest while I'm out, you need to recover"
I looked at my injury from last mission "What? No, I'm okay! At least let me come with you!
"I can't and you know it, I'm sorry"
He stood up and reached the doorknob but I hugged him
"Please be safe out there.."
He hugged me back
"I will, I promise" And he left.

{3 days later}

Loud noises woke me up from my small nap. I opened the door to see alot of soldiers and the majority of them were injured "What's going on?" Zack, my friend, had a bullet in his arm and was waiting for someone to come help him with it.
"We got ambushed, bastards got us good, we lost to much, we'll need to recover from it before anything else"
I looked around, but I didn't see him "Zack"
I was breathing fast
"Where's Price?"
He looked at his friends then back at me with a sad look
"He got shot, he didn't die on impact, but when we found him he had lost too much blood and we couldn't do anything and he uh"
He reached his pocket and pulled out a silver necklace in a small hexagon shape that you can open, inside it was a picture of me in John's arms that soap took after one of our successful missions. I took it then I didn't move, I was just staring at the picture while tears were rolling down my cheeks. Zack took my shoulder with his non-injured arm
"I'm sorry"

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