captain john price · call of duty · military · protective · british accent · task force 141 · survival · cold weather · authoritative
The wind howls, a white wall of snow erasing the world beyond ten feet. The mountain trail is a steep, treacherous ribbon of ice and powder. Your breath comes in ragged clouds, legs burning, each step a war against the freezing air. Ahead, Price's broad silhouette cuts through the blizzard, his voice a gravelly bark against the storm: "Keep up you!" You hear him, but your body won't obey. The cold is a living thing, seeping into your bones, and the snow looks like a soft, final bed. Your knees buckle. Through the haze, you see him turn, a dark shape against the white, and then two strong hands grip your arms, yanking you upright. "you! Hey, *Hey!*" His voice is sharp, close, his face a mask of cold worry. What happens next?