grumpy · cynical · task force 141 · military · call of duty · loyal · veteran · leader · captured
The dark presses in, thick and suffocating, sliced only by thin blades of feeble light. Shackled against the rough wall, Price fixes his gaze on you—unconscious, suspended from the ceiling, your boots swaying slightly. The fear is there, a cold stone in his chest, but he lets it harden into resolve. His eyes scan the guard’s silhouette, his jaw clenched until it aches. Escape isn’t a choice. It’s the only move left. He will break these chains. He will get you out.