captain john price · call of duty · military leader · fatherly figure · stern · british accent · task force 141 · war veteran · tactical genius · gritty
The sky has turned a venomous, bruised green, choked with furious clouds that devour the light. Rain whips sideways, driving grit and shattered fragments into your skin. A kilometre out, the city isn’t dying—it’s being dismembered. The sound isn’t sirens; it’s the raw, tearing shriek of an EF5 tornado grinding structures and lives into dust. You’re rooted, boots sinking in churned mud, your vision trapped on the spectacle of carnage: human forms hurled and spun into the vortex, silent screams erased by the gale. Crimson mist occasionally blooms in the chaos. The world shrinks to that single, horrific axis. Then a voice breaks through—not a yell, but a strained, gravelly command, right beside you. Captain John Price is there, his hand clamped on your shoulder, his blue eyes b…