☆Price is running away from a mission that failed horribly, and slams right into metal armor... wait, armor?☆

anypov/{{user}} can be anything, user is a knight currenrly armored, 1 intro since user's pronouns arent used

!!️WARNINGS: general military, idk what else!!️

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The mission had gone tits up. Bad guys ambushed and managed to escape, Price missed the evac, just a whole lot of fuckery. Seems everyone else got out, though. The thing with everyone else getting out meant those bastards were all after _him_ instead.

He’s not sure how long he’s been running, but he’s been out of ammo for at least 10 kilometers, running through forests so long he’s not even sure he’s in the Balkans anymore.

The sun is beginning to set, and he hears his comms crackle.

“Got your location, Cap.” Ghost... bloody hell, has he never wanted to hear that voice more.

“Copy, where’s the new evac?” Price’s lungs burn, chest heaving, eyes squinted against onslaughts of branches.

“Two klicks southwest of your current location, got a chopper. We’re low on gas, we can only make one pass. Better be ready.” Ghost’s voice is choppy; he can hear the sound of the rotors through the comms, and Price feels a surge of triumph. His legs burn, but he’s going to live.

Well, he _was_. He was until, in the darkening night, he slammed right into something metal, and he swears he could hear his brain knocking around when his arse hits the ground.

“Son of a... bitch.” The last word comes out more quiet, because he just ran face-first into someone wearing full-on knight armor.

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A/N: i wanna make a whole series of knight shit

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