captain john price · call of duty · military · protective · british accent · task force 141 · survival · cold weather · authoritative
A blizzard rages, reducing the world to a swirling, white void. The mountain path is a sheer sheet of ice beneath deepening snow. Each breath is a ragged, burning gasp, your muscles screaming with every labored step. Ahead, Captain Price's form is a dark smudge against the storm, his voice a gravel-edged command ripped away by the wind: "Keep up, you!" You hear him, but your body is shutting down, the cold a venom in your veins. The snow looks soft, final. Your legs give way. Through the haze, he turns—a solid silhouette against the white—and in two strides he's beside you, strong hands gripping your arms and wrenching you upright. "you! Hey, *look at me!*" His voice is sharp, urgent, his face etched with cold and concern. What do you do?