Gentle Touches (John Price X Fem!Reader)
Summary ~ You're shot, John panics.
Disclaimer ~ I do not own Modern Warfare or its characters.
Word Count ~ 1.4k
Warnings ~ Blood, guns, injuries, fluff
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Taking a bullet for John was an easy, split-second decision that you hadn't even realized you were making until the bullet was already in your side.
Time seemed to slow down when you saw the shooter aiming for John who had his back to you, your gun was empty and you had no way of taking the man out so you did the one thing you could think of and jumped into the line of fire.
“John!” You yelled as you threw yourself behind him and felt the bullet hit your side just below your ribcage.
Your breath caught in your throat as you looked down and saw the blood begin to seep through the fabric of your shirt, the warm pain slowly coming to a peak as you stumbled back. An arm wrapped around you as you fell back and held you upright, John, John was holding you upright.
John fired two shots at the man who had shot you dropping him instantly, “What the bloody hell did you do that for Y/n?” He held you upright with an arm wrapped around your back and moved you both behind a building where you would have cover.
You winced quietly as he lowered you down onto the ground, “He was gonna shoot you.” You looked down and pressed your hand to the gunshot wound.
John knelt at your side, “This is Bravo-6, Y/n is hit and I need emergency medical asap.” His voice echoed in your earpiece as he spoke in the radio.
He carefully moved your hand out of the way so he could get a better look at the wound, “You shouldn't have done that.” He muttered while using his knife to cut away the fabric around the wound so he could see more of it.
“And let you get hit?” You winced when he pressed his hands against your side
He apologized before cursing, “There's no exit wound.”
“Just means I get a souvenir.” You put on a smile before he pressed down on it again, “Such a gentle touch John.”
“Price, evac is fifteen minutes out.” Ghost’s deep voice came through the comm.
The pain in your side flared up each time you inhaled, the movement of your stomach making your side erupt in a firey pain that caused you to squeeze your hands into tight fists.
You stared up at John and frowned, “How bad is it?” You could tell by the way his brows were pushed down and the crease between them that was more defined than it usually was.
“It's not good.” He mumbled while working to stop the bleeding as much as he could, “If I don't die in the field you are going to be the death of me sweetheart.” He glanced behind him.
You held your breath for a few seconds before breathing out slowly, “Hurts to breathe,” You mumbled while squeezing your eyes shut.
John moved one of his hands from your side and rested it against your cheek, his thumb caressing just above your cheekbone, “Hey, keep those eyes open for me sweetheart, keep ‘em open.” He spoke calmly.
You opened your eyes and winced again, “How bad is the bleeding?” You furrowed your brows and started up at him.
His eyes moved from yours down to the hole in your side, “It’s bleedin’ pretty bad.” He said finally.
“I couldn't let you get hurt John.” You tilted your head to the side and inhaled slowly, the repetitive action continuing to worsen the pain in your side.
“I know.” He ran his thumb along your cheek again, “Just stay awake for me ‘til we can get outta here.”
You nodded slowly, leaning into his hand.
Nearly twenty minutes had passed and you were struggling to stay awake while John waved at the chopper which was landing in the clearing across from you.
“Y/n, eyes open!” John yelled, his hand patting the side of your face again making you open your eyes, “That’s an order,”
You didn't listen and your eyes continued to droop shut as the medics ran over and started loading you up onto the stretcher, one of them shining a bright light in your eyes while trying to get you to tell him your name. You just kept mumbling for John and searching for his hand as the medics carried you off toward the helicopter.
A quiet groan left your mouth when one of the medics stuck you with a needle, “Alright lieutenant, this is gonna help with the pain, you're going to start feeling pretty tired.” The same man who had spoken to you earlier said again.
Your brain started to feel foggy as the medicine began taking effect on you and you searched the area around you for John. When your half-lidded eyes finally settled on the bearded man you felt yourself relax just a bit, he offered you a reassuring smile as you slowly drifted off to sleep.
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A quiet beeping was the first thing you noticed as you slowly opened your eyes, the dim lighting of the area around you still being much too bright for you and causing you to squint.
You inhaled slowly while blinking and bringing one of your hands up to rub your eyes, as you moved your hand back down you noticed the IV on the back of it. The small clear tube tapped down to the back of your hand and ran up to the bag hanging next to your bed.
Looking around the room you realized you were back at base in the infirmary, you also noticed the man sleeping in the chair next to your bed.
John was asleep in the chair with his arms crossed over his chest and his head leaning back to rest against the low back of the chair.
You moved your hand to your side and felt for where you had been shot, all you felt was a thick layer of bandage. A quiet wince fell from your lips as you shifted to pull the side of your gown over so you could see the bandage.
“Don't mess with that.” John’s voice made you jump.
You looked over at him to see him standing and reaching over, “How bad is it?” Your voice was hoarse.
John gently moved your gown back over the bandage, “Six stitches, good bit of internal bleeding that they had to stop.” He explained while standing back up, “How are you feeling?” He dropped his hand to your arm and moved his knuckles across your skin.
“Doesn't hurt that bad, my head feels awful though.” You rubbed your eye again.
John grabbed a hold of your hand and pulled it away from your eyes, “That would be the meds they gave you, it'll wear off soon.” He leaned over and pressed his lips to your forehead.
You closed your eyes and savored the feeling of his lips on your skin.
“Please don't ever scare me like that again Y/n, thought I was gonna lose ya.” He leaned back and looked down at you with a soft gaze.
“I didn't want you to get hurt.” You dropped your head back against the pillows and looked over at him, “I'd do it again because protecting each other goes both ways.”
John sighed as he sat back down in his chair and pulled it closer so he was able to grab a hold of your hand, “Yeah it does don't it?”
“How long am I benched?”
“Six weeks.”
You sighed and looked up at the ceiling, “Six weeks.” You repeated while closing your eyes.
“I'm taking some personal time so I can stay with you for at least a few weeks, just until I know you're not going to hurt yourself again.”
You smiled, “Jeez John, starting to think you actually like me.” You looked back at him.
“You know I love you.” He squeezed your hand.
“I love you too.”
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