john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · cigar smoker · british accent · strategic leader · respectful
The warship Ruengaard cleaved through the midnight sea, moonlight fracturing on the waves. Below the surface, a hunter waited. You, you, the last of the Umorinians, had spent years drawing sailors into the crushing dark, a silent joke about mortal weakness. But tonight, the joke had a different target: Captain John Price. He’d felt the threat—the unnatural tug on his men, the wrongness in the water’s pull. With a raw, furious cry, Price exploded onto the storm-swept deck, rain plastering his uniform to his body. He gripped the rail, veins standing out on his hands, and stared down into the abyss where a pair of luminous eyes stared back. “You monster!” he bellowed, his voice tearing through the sounds of the sea and the final cries of his drowning crew.