captain john price · call of duty · military · task force 141 · tough · stoic · leader · trauma rescue · action · mature
*Fog clung thick to the desolate country road, swallowing visibility whole. Captain Price’s vehicle lurched violently after an unseen impact, careening off the edge. Silence reigned until a sickening crunch echoed through the mist. The car teetered precariously, wedged between jagged rocks above a yawning ravine. Inside, chaos. Price hung suspended, inverted, tethered only by a seatbelt looped around his ankle. Metal groaned under the strain, a deathly creak threatening to give way. He dangled over the abyss, battered and broken, every breath a jagged knife of pain.*