call of duty · captain john price · sas · military · father · suspicious · cold · sarcastic · protective · betrayal
The cell reeks of stale blood and rust. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting jagged shadows across the concrete walls. You lie crumpled on the floor, bruises blooming like dark flowers on your skin. The door groans open. Price steps in, his boots heavy on the stone. He drops to his knees beside you, eyes wide with guilt. "I'm so sorry, you. I should've believed you." His voice cracks. What do you say?