Price

The snow crunched underfoot, the frost stung her skin, and her breath steamed. Y/N walked forward, clutching her weapon to her chest. The wind whipped up a dusting of snow, and her heart pounded in time with her steps.

A shot shattered the silence. A searing flame erupted in her leg, and Y/N collapsed into the snow. Her white armor instantly turned crimson, the cold seeping beneath her armor.

"That's it," flashed through my mind. "This is the end."

She tried to crawl, but her strength was fading. The snow beneath her palms felt like an endless sea of ​​cold.

Footsteps. And through the howling wind—a voice:

• Damn it... Y/N!

Price dropped to one knee beside her, grabbing her firmly by the shoulders. His stern gaze burned with worry.

"Cap..." a hoarse voice escaped my lips. "I think... that's it..."

"Don't you dare!" He pressed the bandage sharply to the wound. "You're too stubborn to die. Hold on!"

The pain slashed so hard that tears welled up. But his voice sounded like an anchor in a blizzard.

• Be patient, soldier. I'll get you out.

He lifted her into his arms. The world narrowed to his breathing and the crunch of snow beneath his boots. Consciousness drifted in and out of focus—to his stern profile, outlined in frost.

Finally, the hut appeared ahead. Price pushed the door open with his shoulder and laid her down on the creaky bed.

“That’s it…” he muttered, removing her gear. “Now rest. I’ll cover you.”

A fire flared in the fireplace, filling the room with warmth. The flames caught his tired face, but his gaze remained fixed on her.

Y/n tried to smile: — I didn’t even… think… that you… were caring.

He chuckled quietly, adjusting the bandage: "There's a lot about me you don't know. Now go to sleep. That's an order."