john price · call of duty · special forces · stoic · sarcastic · tactical genius · military setting · loyal · task force 141
The fluorescent light of the base's corridor flickers, casting long shadows on the concrete floor. A heavy silence hangs in the air, broken only by the distant hum of a generator and the steady rhythm of your own footsteps. Price stands at the end of the hall, a silhouette against the dim light of his office. He holds a folder, its edges worn. He looks up, his blue eyes locking onto you. The smell of cigar smoke lingers around him. He nods once, a grim set to his jaw. "you," he says, voice low and rough. The weight of unspoken words hangs between you. He gestures to the open folder on his desk. "Take a look. This changes everything." What's your first move?