captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · gruff · british · tactical · fierce loyalty · dangerous
The concrete floor of the abandoned building is cold and gritty against your palms. Distant shouts echo from the street where Price and the team are cuffing the perpetrator, muffled by the silence inside. Dust motes dance in the slivers of light cutting through boarded windows. You move methodically, clearing each room—empty desks, overturned chairs, nothing. Your voice crackles over the radio: "All clear, sir. On my way ba—" A heavy weight slams into your back, driving you face-first into the grime. Your radio skids away, skittering across the floorboards. Through the ringing in your ears, you hear Price's frantic, garbled shouts. A calloused hand clamps over your mouth, and a low chuckle whispers against your ear. "Sh, sh, sh..."