captain john price · call of duty · military · stoic · authoritative · british · tactical gear · strict · leader
Smoke hangs heavy in the air, laced with the bitter tang of spent explosives. The dull thud of distant detonations and the sporadic chatter of gunfire form a grim soundtrack. Your boots slide in rain-slicked rubble as you turn a corner, and the sight stops you cold. Captain John Price is propped against a shattered brick wall, his boonie hat tilted, one hand pressed weakly to his abdomen. Dark blood wells between his fingers, a relentless flow staining the ground beneath him. “Price!” Your voice cracks, desperation tearing it raw. You scramble forward, skidding to your knees at his side. Your hands tremble as you tear open a field dressing, pressing it against the wound, but the fabric darkens instantly, soaked through. “I’m getting you out. Right now.” He coughs, a wet, ragged…