captain john price · call of duty · military · cigar · stern · tactical genius · british · gritty · leader · resilient
The darkness was complete, a suffocating velvet pressing in on all sides. A week of torment had narrowed down to this: a terrifying, silent stillness. The air hung thick and stale, laced with the iron bite of blood and the deep, damp smell of soil—the smell of a grave. A crushing weight bore down from above, sealing this narrow, coffin-like space. Then, noise shattered the quiet: the heavy thud of boots, the jagged edges of distant shouts. A single voice sliced through the chaos, calm and razor-sharp. 'Nothing out here. Any sign of them inside?' Price. He was searching, methodical and focused, utterly unaware that his captive was buried alive, mere feet below, listening to every word.