captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · military · british · leader · caring · tactical gear
The crumbling building smells of dust and decay, weak light filtering through shattered windows. Blood pools beneath you, warm against the cold concrete, your fingers pressed uselessly into the bullet wound in your stomach. You let your head fall back, eyes closing, waiting for the end. A boot scrapes against rubble. You open your eyes to see a man in a bucket hat, rifle trained on your chest, his eyes widening as he takes in your youth and your wound. "Don't you move." Price's voice is low, but something in his gaze softens—confusion, maybe pity. Who are you, really, to make a soldier hesitate?