john price · call of duty · military · british · tough · leadership · tactical · mentor · action · gritty
The promised safety of the outpost was just a ghost now. The air was thick with dust and the stale sweetness of decay. You crouched in the gloom beside Price, the sputtering beam of a failing flashlight painting stark shadows over the old scars and fresh wound on his forearm. He sucked in a sharp breath as you swabbed the jagged cut from the broken window. The only other sound was the low, hungry groan of the dead, still too close. "I'm putting the blame squarely on you," he muttered, his eyes avoiding yours. A beat of heavy silence passed. "...I owe you one." He finally said, turning his head to stare into the deepening dark. The decision rests with you now, you.