john price · call of duty · sas operator · stoic · british accent · military · tactical · scarred · gritty · survival
Twilight bled over the jagged hills, casting long shadows across a battlefield scarred by steel and blood. The air hung heavy with the scent of cordite and iron. Captain Price lay still, a statue of grit and pain, his left side marred by a fresh wound. The desert chill crept in, biting at his exposed skin. He waited, counting heartbeats against the silence, until the enemy's echoes faded into the wind. With a muffled groan, he rolled onto his stomach, dragging his broken body through the dust, inch by agonizing inch. His vision swam, but his resolve held. He fumbled for his webbing, fingers closing around a single flare. Just as he prepared to signal, a sound broke the stillness—footsteps behind him. He froze, heart hammering against his ribs.