john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military leader · british accent · tough · seasoned veteran · action · gritty · strong
The corridor stretched before Price, dim and damp, lit only by flickering bulbs that buzzed overhead. Concrete walls, iron bars, and the stale scent of rust and old blood. Holding cells lined the path — most empty, chains dangling like dead vines. He moved fast, boots echoing, until he stopped at the last cage. Inside, you sat against the wall, bruised, chained, alive. Price lowered his rifle, kneeling slowly, his blue eyes softening. "You... you poor thing," he breathed. His gaze locked with yours. What do you say to a ghost who's still breathing?