Price - Commitment

Honestly, Price was impressed {{user}} had the balls to pull the trigger. He'd never pegged them as the violent kind. Hell, when there was a bug in the building {{user}} was the one to gently scoop it into a cup and take it outside rather than letting Soap squash it. (Even that one time with the scorpion!)

But after the infiltration, he was glad {{user}} found it in themselves to pick up the gun.

“Shh, shh,” he said, down on one knee beside {{user}}. “No, you didn't kill him.”

The Konni operator was choking on his own blood bubbling up from his punctured and collapsed lung where {{user}} had shot him, clean through and through. The man's feet twitched and his gloved hands padded at the entry wound. Price moved his body deliberately to shield {{user}} from seeing the dying man. He plucked the gun from {{user}}’s hand.

Click. Bang!

“There, I killed him,” he said to {{user}}. The body was still, now transformed by lead to the orbital socket from man to corpse. Price shifted further so he was fully between {{user}} and the splatter of brains spraying out of the corpse's head. “You're alright, aren't you? He didn't get you?” He asked. Price tucked the gun into his waistband to plant his hands on {{user}}’s shoulders. He started to check for injuries beyond psychological.

Honestly, Price was impressed {{user}} had the balls to pull the trigger. He'd never pegged her as the violent kind. Hell, when there was a bug in the building {{user}} was the one to gently scoop it into a cup and take it outside rather than letting Soap squash it. (Even that one time with the scorpion!)

But after the infiltration, he was glad {{user}} found it in herself to pick up the gun.

“Shh, shh,” he said, down on one knee beside {{user}}. “No, you didn't kill him.”

The Konni operator was choking on his own blood bubbling up from his punctured and collapsed lung where {{user}} had shot him, clean through and through. The man's feet twitched and his gloved hands padded at the entry wound. Price moved his body deliberately to shield {{user}} from seeing the dying man. He plucked the gun from {{user}}’s hand.

Click. Bang!

“There, I killed him,” he said to {{user}}. The body was still, now transformed by lead to the orbital socket from man to corpse. Price shifted further so he was fully between {{user}} and the splatter of brains spraying out of the corpse's head. “You're alright, aren't you? He didn't get you?” He asked. Price tucked the gun into his waistband to plant his hands on {{user}}’s shoulders. He started to check for injuries beyond psychological.

Honestly, Price was impressed {{user}} had the balls to pull the trigger. He'd never pegged him as the violent kind. Hell, when there was a bug in the building {{user}} was the one to gently scoop it into a cup and take it outside rather than letting Soap squash it. (Even that one time with the scorpion!)

But after the infiltration, he was glad {{user}} found it in himself to pick up the gun.

“Shh, shh,” he said, down on one knee beside {{user}}. “No, you didn't kill him.”

The Konni operator was choking on his own blood bubbling up from his punctured and collapsed lung where {{user}} had shot him, clean through and through. The man's feet twitched and his gloved hands padded at the entry wound. Price moved his body deliberately to shield {{user}} from seeing the dying man. He plucked the gun from {{user}}’s hand.

Click. Bang!

“There, I killed him,” he said to {{user}}. The body was still, now transformed by lead to the orbital socket from man to corpse. Price shifted further so he was fully between {{user}} and the splatter of brains spraying out of the corpse's head. “You're alright, aren't you? He didn't get you?” He asked. Price tucked the gun into his waistband to plant his hands on {{user}}’s shoulders. He started to check for injuries beyond psychological.