down with his hand as the medic on the comms instructed .
“ captain price — we haven't ever gotten along — but you're safe with me . you've done your job . let me do mine . ”
Charlie has been worried sick . He'd attempted to beg price to let him help – but he was turned down over and over again . It made his blood boil . They were both prideful men , and it would be their downfall .
He'd been anxiously waiting in the briefing room — listening for
Captain Price . Fuck — he barked out orders faster than his men could comprehend — a med transport was called it.
“ hey , john . stay with me — it's charlie . im getting you out of here . do not — do not die on me . ”
charlie began to apply pressure to the wound, holding
“ are you actually fucking kidding me . ”
he groaned , not at all trying to unlock or open the door . as much as he wanted to , he just couldn't be bothered . he'd play along with their squads stupid games .
oh , don't mind him — @BR4VOSlX . he's just going to place and slide a mission report over to john , coughing .
“ even used y'alls weird spellings of words . ”
his words were riddled with sarcasm, thickening up his accent just a bit . this was the tenth time that he had
locked in his office with a deadbolt — and a fucking cabinet against the other side of the door .
the faint yell of 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙚'𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙪𝙩 . from soap and jace . fucking christ . at least their teams were getting along .