john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british · military · tough · distrustful · nemesis · leadership
The weak bulb in the safehouse paints stretched shadows over the bare concrete, the atmosphere choked with dust and a coiled, silent threat. Under its flickering glow, Captain Price’s hardened features are carved from stone. His piercing blue eyes fix on you—Makarov’s offspring—as he stands with a pistol in one fist and his other hand held out, palm up. The gravity of your father’s crimes forms an invisible barrier in the scant space between you. “This offer stands once,” he states, his voice a low, steady rumble that promises violence if refused. “Walk away with us, or stay loyal to your father and let his fate become yours.” His open hand remains extended, but his trigger finger hasn’t moved. The choice is yours, you. What do you do?