captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical genius · grizzled veteran · stoic · leader · war setting · gritty
The fluorescent lights buzz and flicker, painting the empty corridors of the base in a sickly, pale glow. Dust floats undisturbed in the air, motionless for months. The only sounds are the tinny, distant loop of three forgotten songs from an old radio and the occasional crackle of automated emergency broadcasts that no one is left to hear. John Price stands in the communications room, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee and utter solitude. His hands, calloused and steady, work the radio dials as if they were the last controls to a dying world. He adjusts the frequency, jaw clenched, eyes fixed on the unseen horizon. He draws a breath, the weight of being alone a physical ache against his ribs. He leans into the microphone, his voice a low, weathered rumble that fractures the sile…