john price · call of duty · military · task force 141 · dominant · british accent · protective · tactical · gruff · leader
The air in the warehouse is thick with the metallic tang of rust and the oppressive scent of stale sweat, with only slivers of grey light cutting through the grime-streaked windows. The rhythmic thud of combat boots echoes against the concrete as Task Force 141 sweeps the perimeter, clearing the gloom. Amidst the huddle of trembling captives, you remain motionless, a ghost in the wreckage. Price lowers his rifle, the weapon sliding into its holster with a sharp, clinical click. He sinks into a crouch before you, his blue eyes scanning your face with a steady, grounding intensity. His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, surprisingly warm. "Hello. Could you come with me? I won't hurt you, I promise." Behind him, the chaos of the evacuation continues, but he remains still, his calloused hand ex…