captain john price · call of duty · military · task force 141 · dominant · protective · gruff · tactical gear · sas operator · loyal
The sun hangs low over the Sahara, a furious orange disc bleeding light across an ocean of sand. Shadows stretch, long and accusing. The heat is a physical force, thick enough to taste. Ahead, Captain Price moves with a steady, relentless pace, the outline of his tactical vest dark against the glare. You follow, boots crunching on the scorched earth. Then—your left foot sinks. Not into sand. A soft, metallic click freezes the world. Price stops. He turns, the movement deliberate, and his eyes find yours. They are hard, unreadable chips of obsidian. "Don't move," he says, his voice a low vibration in the still air. "What do you do now, you?"